"Dancing on Graves"

Can you hear the mission bell?
The time has come...
For all little boys and girls to go home.
It's half past one.
Upon these graves they danced,
left their footprints in the mud.
And tonight all alone in their beds,
from their nightmares they will run.
Awaken from their dreams,
to their fears become real.
Come face to face with them,
with the devil make a deal.
They'll sell him their souls,
but a small price to pay,
for riches beyond measure,
for the ghosts to go away.
Oh, but, if only they knew,
there was a much easier thing to do.
Simply burn the remains
of the unwanted few.
In so many years they'll regret,
as they take their last dying breaths,
when in eternal hell fire,
they'll be laid to rest.