Full moon
Little rabbits hide tonight
Full moon
No place to hide in the dark 

Red is the sky
It is not the sunset
Child of day
It's the glee
Of the Hungry Ones

The owl bears his crown tonight
Don't go 
Into his kingdom

The owl bears his crown tonight
Don't go 
Into his kingdom

Full moon
Little rabbits go to sleep
Full moon
Don't be tricked by her light

Silver wonders
Are not worth your hide
Skinned away
Fast your soul
To your fur

The moon gives her eye to the owl 
Don't 
Play 
On a hunter's night

The moon gives her eye to the owl 
Don't 
Play 
On a hunter's night

Full Moon
There are treasures to be found
Full Moon
Do you dare to play the fool?

Before I met you
I wasn't so sick,
I was still young and free

But then I met you,
You brought the disease
And I could no longer think
Or find relief

And all I wanted was to escape,
To find a way out of hell
To return to a home that's no longer there
On this night...

And in the dark
You showed me bad things,
All those wrong things
That good girls dream

I feel my flesh
Is no longer mine,
I found my heart
To be just foul

A terrible darkness corrupting my soul
Let me find a cure before I am gone
Let me try to live one more time
On this night...

Let this body find its dream
Let this flesh rest at ease
Let this mind see clearly again
On this night

On this night

On this night

On this night

On this night

And I saw the sky open up
and thunder from its mouth
but the light wasn't from the sun
it was three different stars

And it began to rain
And it brought me to my knees

The clouds of red revolved around
And there came a voice
I couldn't listen but still heed'
I didn't understand

But it still changed me 
And it still replaced me

And I saw the mountain come to me
And the forest come alive
Wild fires floating on the trees
Like a pair of burning eyes

And the mountain spoke to me
It promised me to be free

The mountain had to burn 
For me to see

It took the end of the world 
For me to be free

To be free

To be free

Welcome to Ghostland!
Everything's not what it seems
Welcome!
We've been always here

We've been waiting for you
to realize
your hopes and desires!

Welcome to Ghostland!
We hope you have a pleasant stay,
forever!
It doesn't matter
if it's real or not!

You've come to best
attraction park,
we run on fear and desire!

Welcome to Ghostland!
Here's where your soulmate hides
Welcome! 
It's all you've been waiting for

Enjoy the rides,
the laughs and cries,
Oh, it's exactly what you want!

Lovers and friends,
enemies and fame,
all for you to take!

In this place
fear is fun,
love is not fear
and no one is alone,
the only rule 
is for you to be 
eternally entertained

So welcome to Ghostland
we hope you stay for long!

As I was a walking down by the Loch
As I was a walking one morning of late,
Who should I spy but my own dear comrade 
Wrapp'd up in flannel, so hard as his fate.

I boldly stepped up to, and kindly did ask him,
Why are you wrapped up in flannel so white?
My body is injured and sadly disordered,
All by a young woman, my own heart's delight.

Oh had she but told me of it at the moment
Oh had she but told me of it at the time,
I might have got salts or pills of white mercury
But now I'm cut down in the height of my prime.

Get six pretty maidens to carry my coffin,
And six pretty maidens to bear up my pall,
And give to each of them bunches of roses,
That they may not smell me as they go along.

A little toothpick
grafted to my skin
I grow a puppet
to purge my sins
I teach it to dance
velvet dressed
and he sings:

I walk, I lie,
and sit and ache
when will it be time 
to be awake?
I sigh, I yawn, 
I get anxious and frown
when will I
have a soul?

Is it time now, clocks,
for me to live?
Am I free now clocks?
Where are my strings?

Do I have a soul?
Do I need a soul?
Do I deserve to live?

Do I have a soul?
Do I need a soul?
Do I deserve to be loved?

A little toothpick
grafted to my skin
I grow a puppet
to purge my sins
I teach it to dance
velvet dressed
and he sings:

I think I move
but I'm not sure
if there's any life
in this flesh of wood,
I pick, I choose
but do I really do?
Or are my father's sins
really my strings?

Is there anything clocks
to life but to pay for sins?
Am I here now clocks?
How much does a soul cost?

Will I buy my soul?
Will I have enough?
Will I deserve to live?

Will I buy my soul?
Will I have enough?
Will I deserve to be loved?

Loved...