Bb  F# x3 

Eb  F# Ab  

Bb 
She reads to me by the  
F#              Eb 
soft glow of candlelight,  
              Ab         Bb 
speaking of angels and demons 
                           F# 
Instilled at such an early age,  
           Eb                   F#            Ab 
with such fright, were these divine gifts of reason 
Bb                  F# 
I lie awake as her ghost  
                            Eb     
it still walks through the halls,  
     Ab               
and moves all around me, 
Bb 
Echoing warnings  
F#                   Eb 
burned into me as a child,  
           Ab                       Bb       
that the sinner will pay with his life.... 

F#  Eb  F#  Ab  Bb  F#  Eb  F#  Ab 

Bb 
Sheltered in filth,  
      F#                    Eb 
the windows they all bleed black,  
    F#        Ab 
to hide such dementia 
Bb 
Inside of my mind  
        F#                  Eb 
or the mind that I seem to lack,  
        F#           Ab  
no one pays close attention. 
Bb                 F#                   Eb 
I lie awake and I think of the simpler times,  
        Ab          Bb 
before insanity found me 
                   F#                     Eb 
With a desire to unearth the dead in the night,  
F#         Ab      C# 
making me feel so alive 

           Ab                 F# 
And now a part of me feels complete,  
         Ab                 C# 
when I butcher these bodies 
             Ab                   F# 
Trophies of skin they fall at my feet,  
     Ab                  C# 
all decaying and rotting 
                 Ab                   F# 
Sick pleasures fulfilled to me every time,  
         Ab              C# 
I bring home a new slave 
                 Ab                   F# 
Mother said lost souls should all be saved,  
              Ab                     Bb 
'cept from a madman and his empty graves.... 

                      F#                     Eb 
Screams to me by the top of her lungs in my dreams,  
          F#             Ab 
like I'm no more than a devil 
Bb                    F#               Eb 
As this hatred grows, I sorely feel a need,  
             F#           Ab     Bb 
that starts here with my shovel 
                 F#                      Eb 
Prying open the lid I can still see her face,  
              F#           Ab   Bb 
etched in my eyes here forever 
                                 F#            Eb 
I'll take you to my depths, and there I will desecrate,  
                F#        Ab    C# 
it's got to be now or be never. 

           Ab                F# 
And now a part of me feels complete,  
        Ab                  C# 
when I butcher these bodies 
             Ab                    F# 
Trophies of skin they fall at my feet,  
     Ab                   C# 
all decaying and rotting 
                Ab                    F# 
Sick pleasures fulfilled to me every time,  
         Ab              C# 
I bring home a new slave 
                  Ab                  F# 
Mother said lost souls should all be saved,  
               Ab                    Bb 
'cept from a madman and his empty graves.... 

Solo: 
Bb  F#  Eb  F#  Ab  F#  Eb  Bb  F#  Eb  F#  Ab  Bb  F#  Eb  F#  Ab  Bb  F#  Eb  F#  Ab Bb 
Eb  F#  Ab  Bb  F#  Bb  Ab  F#  Bb  F#  Eb  F#  Ab  Eb  F#  Ab  F#  Ab  Bb 

Bb          F#  Eb  F#      Ab    Bb 
It's got to be now, now or never 
            F#  Eb  F#      Ab    Bb 
It's got to be now, now or never 
            F#  Eb  F#      Ab    Bb 
It's got to be now, now or never 
            F#  Eb  F#      Ab    Bb 
It's got to be now, now or never 

C#  Bb