"Give me your soul, give me your soul for the dead"

I think I know that little girl
I wonder where I've seen her before
In a cellar down below
I see the little girl playing with a boy
They're having fun

In comes Daddy
He's in a rage
Screaming and yelling
He's not very nice
Cold as ice, an axe in his hand
Oh no, no, looks like he's going insane
Pictures in red, pictures in red
The axe is coming down into his head
Pictures in red, pictures in red
The little boy is dead

"Give me your soul, give me your soul for the dead"
It must be a dream
It must be a dream from below, oh
"Give me your soul, give me your soul for the dead"

13 judges on a bench
The little boy is screaming: "No, it's a mistake!"
"A suicide is what you are", the judges say, "You're going down,
you're going down to Hell"

"Give me your soul, give me your soul for the dead"
It must be a dream
It must be a dream from below, oh
"Give me your soul, give me your soul for the dead"

I think I know that little girl
I wonder where I've seen her before
In a cellar down below
I see the little girl dressed in blood
And the blood is not her own

Looks like he's going insane
Pictures in red, pictures in red
Daddys hands are squeezing her neck
Pictures in red, little girl is dead
Daddy's gotta hole in is head

"Give me your soul, give me your soul for the dead"
It must be a dream
It must be a dream from below, oh
"Give me your soul, give me your soul for the dead" [x4]