| They found her tonight, up in the hay | |
| They're bringing her down now | |
| Here is a candle to light your way | |
| Back to bed | |
| Are you that sleepy girl? | |
| What did you expect to learn? | |
| How to outlight murder? | |
| How to cheat Death in terms? | |
| Here comes the chopper to chop off your head, chip-chop. | |
| The last one is dead | |
| O, bring hell money | |
| To reconcile with rage you bring | |
| Hell money | |
| Red stone and the liars throat | |
| Red nail on the tongue that said it | |
| Omens will follow you as will the snows | |
| Are you that sleepy girl | |
| who didn't want to learn | |
| How to outshine murder? | |
| How to cheat Death in terms? | |
| Here comes the chopper to chop up your head, chip-chop. | |
| The last one is dead | |
| O, bring hell money | |
| To reconcile with praise you bring | |
| Hell money. | |
| Here comes the chopper to chop up your head, chip-chop. | |
| The last one is dead | |
| O, bring hell money | |
| To reconcile with rage | |
| O, bring | |
| Hell money | |
| Here comes the chopper to chop up your head, chip-chop. | |
| The last one is dead | |
| O, bring hell money | |
| To reconcile with (?) | |
| Hell money | |
| Chip-chop | |
| Chip-chop | |
| The last one's dead. |