I always said I was blacker than the blood
Running through the Devil's soiled veins
Until I met a girl, not quite of this world
She was born in a fiery place
There are spiders in her hair
Her skin, it crawls with them everywhere, whoa
My heartbeat thunders like a drum when she is close
I'm in love with her ghost
Her skin is pale as the day is white
Her hair is blacker than the blackest night
And when she speaks, whoa, all children weep
And when she sings Lord Death will come and reap
There are spiders in her hair
Her skin, it crawls with them everywhere, whoa
My heartbeat thunders like a drum when she is close
I'm in love with her ghost
There are spiders in her hair
Her skin, it crawls with them everywhere, whoa
My heartbeat thunders like a drum when she is close
I'm in love with her ghost
I'm in love with her ghost
I'm in love with her ghost
