Lyrics
Every night at the graves, how did you get here
From the other side, do you remember when grandmother said she heard them sing, lead me back to where they stand
beyond the graves lies the gate
Come with me, icy fingers all over my hand
Every night at the graves, icy fingers all over my hand, icy fingers all over my hand
Burning shadows in the dead of night, missy is that you
you know they would show the way
am i glad you have returned all of you
missy is that you
Try to make me understand, icy fingers all over my hand, everywhere that ghostly stare
if not by the sun we will burn
From the other side, do you remember when grandmother said she heard them sing King, we have to leave before the dawn
in your mind you ll hear them sing
Beyond the graves lies the gate, spirits rising from their grave
if not by the sun we will burn
If not by the sun we will burn, everywhere that ghostly stare, if only you ll try
You know they would show the way, am i glad you have returned all of you
How did you get here, spirits rising from their grave
soon the dawn will chase the dark away
If only you ll try, oh little sister, icy fingers all over my hand
Come with me, if only you ll try, where s the door to the other side
I ve heard them too and i really wish i could hear them again, spirits rising from their grave
There are things i must know, spirits rising from their grave, show your powers onto me
Lead me back to where they stand, every night at the graves
Do you remember when grandmother said she heard them sing, i wish you d come back to me and sit by my side King, lead me back to where she stands
We have to leave before the dawn, where s the door to the other side, there are things i must know
beyond the graves lies the gate
Icy fingers all over my hand, you know they would show the way
Missy i miss you so, from the other side, i wish you d come back to me and sit by my side
Everywhere that ghostly stare, spirits rising from their grave
Finally we have returned all of us, lead me back to where she stands The, icy fingers all over my hand
Rise from your grave little sister, how did you get here
Icy fingers all over my hand, missy i miss you so (Reissue), if only you ll try
beyond the graves lies the gate
Come with me, spirits rising from their grave Graves, i ve heard them too and i really wish i could hear them again
Oh little sister, the gate that leads to the dead
Spirits rising from their grave, every night at the graves The, if not by the sun we will burn