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] 
when 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 weap.
And when she sings Lord, Death [bad word] and reap.