Gather ye pitchforks where ye may,
light your torch in the fire
drag the creature from
out of her lair
I've heard there's
murder for hire
If she doesn't disolve in the daylight
we'll hold her 'till light of the moon
then we'll smear her blood
on the mold grown ground
while we dance to a piper's tune.
We'll dance to a piper's tune.
light your torch in the fire
drag the creature from
out of her lair
I've heard there's
murder for hire
If she doesn't disolve in the daylight
we'll hold her 'till light of the moon
then we'll smear her blood
on the mold grown ground
while we dance to a piper's tune.
We'll dance to a piper's tune.