Missy I miss You so. Oh little Sister I wish Youd come back to Me and sit by My side Wed laugh and wed play again, if only You wi will try You know quot;THEYquot; would show the way From the other side Rise from Your grave little Sister
Rise...Rise...Rise My friends...Rise Spirits rising from their grave Burning shadows in the dead of night Icy fingers all over My hand Try to make Me understand quot;Finally we have returned...All of usquot;
Missy is that You, come closer Spirits rising from their grave Everywhere that ghostly stare Icy fingers all over My hand Lead me back to where she stands quot;THEYquot; are back to share My life...quot;THEYquot; are back
Missy come, come with Me, there are things I must know How did you get here, wheres the door to the other side Missy: quot;Beyond the graves lies the gate the gate that leads to the dead We have to leave before the dawn if not by the sun we wi will burnquot;
Spirits rising from their grave soon the dawn wi will chase the dark away Icy fingers all over My hand Lead Me back to where quot;THEYquot; stand Am I glad You have returned...All of you
Do You remember when Grandmother said she heard quot;THEMquot; sing I have heard quot;THEMquot; too and I really wish I could hear quot;THEMquot; again Missy: quot;In Your mind You wi will hear quot;THEMquot; sing every night at the graves we have to leave before the dawn if not by the sun we wi will burn now singquot;
Show Your powers onto Me
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