Hallow be Thy Name
When dreaming of demons in the daylight
Displeasure and discord always abound
When the moon crests full and silence surrounds
The night whispers and shadows dance in sight
When in the house of the dead and the dead
lie in row after row, box after box
watching all whether man, field mouse or fox
for they loath the living, the wish them bled
For all the worldly possessions, the Dead
have but three things; a box, a stone, and not
else but a name, jealousy this has brought
Jealous of the living, they wish them bled
So when you walk and not but footsteps follow,
Know it the Dead, phantoms who are hallow
Displeasure and discord always abound
When the moon crests full and silence surrounds
The night whispers and shadows dance in sight
When in the house of the dead and the dead
lie in row after row, box after box
watching all whether man, field mouse or fox
for they loath the living, the wish them bled
For all the worldly possessions, the Dead
have but three things; a box, a stone, and not
else but a name, jealousy this has brought
Jealous of the living, they wish them bled
So when you walk and not but footsteps follow,
Know it the Dead, phantoms who are hallow