• There was a land, so far away
    A land of the dead that the living did dread
    Now there was a land, in which none would stay
    A land where the dead may rest their head

    But the dead were restless, I must say
    For they walked from their grave, so sleep depraved
    In forms of dolls and things so strange
    Unkept, untamed; unholy, unsaved

    There was a land not far from Hell
    Filled with trees that when cut would bleed
    And through their blood their stories would tell
    About their deaths and their final breathes

    But their words were harsh and quite deranged
    Their speech was strange; that did not change
    Their words were brutal and quite insane
    But who was to blame for the hate they claim

    This is a place that we can hate
    A place that we can't abide
    This is a place we can't dabate
    A place of heartless suicide