Oh my dear, oh my Pheona
Say you won't bereft my knife.
Please don't come any closer, beware of her smile
Your cemetery love will come right up and out of the ground
Your life will take me there in the pits of despair
You'll live on and I'll be gone
So why don't you keep staring at the next victim
There's still some time to tell yourself to change
Why would god make this creature?
Oh my dear, oh my Pheona
Oh you're so gorgeous like foxgloves
so please don't come any closer
beware of her smile
oh my god, pheona it ends