Dia de Los Muertos

way down south past a ghost town or two

where the crack of leather carries a tune

I met a girl and we danced in the moonlight

before the sunrise she was my bride

as marauders and bandits we rode through streets

laid to waste the corpse of our dreams

we haunted the cities and drank our delight

wherever we pleased we lay for the night

the summer moon destined to die

bonfires

bonfires burnin bright

chorus:

dia de los muertos

the autumn moon it came with a moan

parades of colors danced with the bones

her face grew pale where it was once gold

inside my madness she was so cold

I turned and rolled my eyes to the white

straight through the heart with a bowie knife

one second separates man and a beast

possession is so strong and I am so weak

the autumn moon rose in the sky

bonfires

bonfires burnin bright

is she dead or is it me?