Spiders In Her Hair - Creeper

I always thought I was blacker than the blood

Running through the devil’s soiled veins

Until I met a girl, not quite of this world

No, she was born in a fiery lake

There are spiders in her hair

Her skin, it crawls with them everywhere, whoah

My heartbeat thunders like a drum when she is close

I’m in love with her ghost

Her skin’s as pale as the day is white

Her hair is blacker than the blackest night

And when she speaks, whoah, all children weep

And when she sings Lord Death will come and reap

There are spiders in her hair

Her skin, it crawls with them everywhere, whoah

My heartbeat thunders like a drum when she is close

I’m in love with her ghost

There are spiders in her hair

Her skin, it crawls with them everywhere, whoah

My heartbeat thunders like a drum when she is close

I’m in love with her ghost

I’m in love with her ghost

I’m in love with her ghost