The Lake by Diamond King
It is Sunday morning, well right before dawn
A little girl is dancing, on the mansion "porch"
She calls out a name, "God give him the sea"
I'm here from the darkest deep
And hear my name...
Down by the lake, there's the shadow of grief
Dancind 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, "light your seventh cross"
Oh please do it my dear
While you're lost
Down by the lake...
Dancing hand in hand...
And the nun has been seen
I want your cross
Now come and play
Follow "pry", the nun won't give in
She catched us along
Scared as Hell, the little girl is screaming
When sister Margaret disapears in the lake
Down by the lake, there's the shadow of happiness
Dancing hand in hand with the Devil