I sleep... I don't wake In this old house Too many sinister noise I turn around in bed I feel a strange cold A sad chant away A stone carillon I hear her voice She calls me I was a night of fifteen years ago The girl was playing in her room and calm Suddenly she heard noises She came down the stairs He saw his mother on the ground The face full of blood Cuts on her chest and legs The little dead girl The little dead girl Is waiting for me! She calls me Close by his father without heads Sitting on the chair A man stared at her with eyes of evil He climbed the stairs with knife in his hand They run up inside his room She was locked in desperate He broke down the door Did not help her tears He took her by the hair And slashed the throat You want to be free She shows me where lives her murderess I know that's a madness But I'll kill for her Now she is free, her soul is free