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Missy I miss you so, oh little sister.

I wish you'd come back to me and sit by my side,

we'd laugh and we'd play again if only you'll try.

You know "They" 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.

"Finally we have returned, all of us!"

Missy is that you, come closer!

Spirits rising from their grave,

everywhere that ghostly stare.

Icy fingers all over my hand lead

Ame back to where she stands.

"They" are back to share my life,

"They" are back!

Missy come, come with me,

there are things I must know.

How did you get here and where

is the door to the other side?

"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 will burn".

Spirits rising from their grave,

soon the dawn will chase the dark away.

Icy fingers all over my hand lead me

back to where "They" stand.

Am I glad you have returned, all of you?

Do you remember when Grandmother

said she heard "Them" sing?

I've heard "Them" too and I really wish

I could hear "Them" again.

"In your mind you'll hear "Them"

Asing every night at the graves.

We have to leave before the dawn if

not by the sun we will burn, now sing!"

Show your powers onto me!