and its cursed bones
And there he goes, and there he goes,
No turn around there where he goes.
Tiptoeing slowly to make no sound,
Even tiptoeing he felt in the ground
He stepped into something hard and dull
A whitened bone head shaped, a skull.
There were human bones spread all around
Among half-dug holes and tombstones,
What he was looking for he has found:
Jumping the tombs he walks through the bones
Gently not to break any nor the dead to disturb,
He carries a bag, I might have forgotten to say
Which makes his hard task even harder,
A corpse of a beloved one who passed away
Whom he aims to bring back from outer border
The corpse he carries, Eleonor is her name
Engaged they were, and about to get married,
All that he feels is sadness and regret
Eleonor he wants returned from the death,
And for that to happen he needs to bury
To bury Eleonor under the grounds and stones
The tragic event that came to happen that night
When Jack had been drinking just a bit off his mark
He got home but she couldn't shut up, the bride,
So Jack had to hit her, but maybe he did too hard,
So he hit her again, to make sure she got it right:
“I'm sorry babe, as you, I also feel the pain,
But who's the boss, to myself I have to prove”
And he hit her again, till she could not move.
Now that she's gone he wants her back and well,
And the only way to do it, is to follow an old spell
About an ancient Druid cemetery, which says if you bury
A deceased beloved on the grounds of this cemetery
On the third day of the passing, no matter how depth
The tomb, they would return back from the death
And so Jack did, he dug and dug a tomb for his beloved
On the grounds of the cemetery, wasting no more time
He was so anxious to have his beloved to him returned
So anxious to finish it quickly and then cover his crime
So he dug, the deepest she's buried the better she comes
He dug and buried her amid many others, amid other bones
He returned home to wait three days and three nights of endless time
He patiently waited three days and nights, as the legend was known
Three days and nights have passed, he'll finally remeet Eleonor
It was late night, darkness hours, when someone knocked his door
“Must be Eleonor”, he demands, “Eleonor has returned from her death!”
He opens the door hoping to see Eleonor and revive the first day they've met
Eleonor was standing at his door: but she had no colour, no blood, no breath!
Shocked by the presence, he didn't notice when she got in on her zombie steps
And she seated in the only chair in the room, her dead eyes looking to nowhere
He said, “Eleonor, you're back! Breath, my love, you need some fresh air!”
But breathless Eleonor seated on the chair, staring who knows what, who'd dare.
Suddenly she broke the silence with a grotesque sound, not a voice, but a blare,
She said: “I'm waiting you to come”, then starring at him, “I'll wait for you in this chair”
And there she seats, day after day, night after night, waiting the day Jack would die,
So she will put his corpse in a bag and walk with it, singing a known wicked moan,
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