Eight Feet Under

I ran through the woods Convinced it was her I saw I ran through the stream She beckoned me on more and more In the fields past all the lights She disappeared from sight once more! I knew she was trying to find a way to show me what she saw Each time she disappeared I knew that I was closer than before Eight times now I've seen a face so young, she haunts my dreams and waking thoughts Eight times now it's been I've given chase to be brought to his spot In the field under pale moonlight I dug at where last I saw I dug to six feet, no remains, no grave, nothing there - I thought....no more! I climbed out of the hole and something, somehow asked me for more! I dug two more feet out and couldn't believe what I saw! Eight times she brought me here, eight feet under - the murderers store!