I beg you not to burn or bury me, Put me in morgue she might come and see. I beg you not to burn or bury me, Put me in morgue she might come and see.

On that, I walked barefoot, And the colour of the blood changed. On that, I walked barefoot, And the colour of the blood changed.

Dogs are barking and ghosts are dancing I think Halloween is coming Dogs are barking and ghosts are dancing I think Halloween is coming

To cross the threshold and enter the mortal world. To cross the threshold and enter the mortal world.