I always thought I was blacker than the [bad word] through the devil's soiled veins
Until I met a girl, not quite of this world
No she was born in a fiery lake

There are spiders in her hair
Her skin it crawls with them everywhere whoa ho
My heart beat thunders like a [bad word] She is close
I'm in love with a ghost

Her skin's as pale, as the day is white
Her hair is blacker than the blackest night
And when she speaks whoa ho
All children weep
And when she sings Lord Death [bad word] and reap

I'm in love with a ghost
I'm in love with a ghost