Put me in the gothic dress,
Lay a feather on my chest,
Pour in coffin pinch of earth,
And raindrops from sky above.
Kiss my neck and close my eyes,
Sing the tender lullaby,
So, the one thing that I pray,
As you never full my grave.
When the ravens will be laugh,
Want you won`t to shake `em off,
Let `em crying loud and sad,
`Bout the little girl who`s dead.
Sun will burn me with hot rays,
Birds will send to world my prays,
Wind will hiss in my deaf ears,
Coverin` body with a leaves.
There`s no one reason to stay,
Now it`s time to make escape,
Hope somebody in the sky,
Will explain why I must died.