Dance and step around a burning flame,
Where the spirits burn full of shame,
Chant away around the fire,
Wishing revenge of those who expire.

Sing the song of the dead man’s plea,
In the meadow under the willow tree,
Throw down your anger upon his grave,
Don’t allow him the peace he will crave.

Feel the air blowing on your skin,
Clearing away that false sin,
Hum away to forgot the past,
And remember all that’s been asked.

So dance along to the dead man’s song,
Sing all the memories of what he did wrong,
Don’t forgive what cant be changed,
They are dead but still deranged.