The Lake

Any Sunday morning, well just before dawn

A little girl is dancing, on the mansion lawn

She calls out a name, "Dagon� of the sea

Appear from the darkest deep

And hear my need...

Down by the lake, there's the shadow of grief

Dancing hand in hand with the Devil

Watching from the bridge, the one near by the lake

Why Sister Margaret? No need the hate

Yes, we all know, that you're serving the cross

But this time my dear

Well you're lost

Down by the lake, there's the shadow of grief

Dancing hand in hand with the Devil

Solo

And the nun has been seen

I want your cross

Now come and play

Sister Margaret

Follow pride, the nun won't give in

She goes down the lawn

Scared as Hell, the little girl is screaming

While Sister Margaret disappears in the lake

Down by the lake, there's the shadow of happiness

Dancing hand in hand with the Devil