It is Sunday morning, well just before dawn
A little girl is dancing, on the mansion lawn
She calls out a name, “Dagon from the sea”
And here from the darkest deep
And hear my name…
Down by the lake, there’s the shadow of grief
Dancing hand in hand with the Devil
Watching from the bridge, the one near by the lake
Why sister Margaret? No need to hate
Yes, we all know, that you’re serving the cross”
Oh well this time my dear
Well you’ve lost
Down by the lake, there’s the shadow of grief
Dancing hand in hand with the Devil
(Solo)
And the nun has been seen
I want your cross
Now come and bring
Sister Margaret
Follow pride, the nun won’t give in
She catched us along
Scared as Hell, the little girl is screaming
When sister Margaret disapears in the lake
Down by the lake, there’s the shadow of happiness
Dancing hand in hand with the Devil