Give Me Your Soul

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, 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 again

Pictures in red, pictures in red

Daddy's hands are squeezing her neck

Pictures in red, little girl is dead

And daddy's got a hole in his head