high fiddle high fiddle low fiddle low there s a ghost bound in my soul high fiddle high fiddle low fiddle low there s a cold blade on my crow a crooked in my walk a stumble in my talk is what i m after little girl metal on the red overcast in head i m goin down an feelin ill high fiddle high fiddle low fiddle low there s a girl that i know you ain t never had one i don t believe you will this is your season for standin still metal on the red overcast in head i m goin down an feelin ill see boys i ve known her from way back back when she was dead tongues on fire spoke the word darkness left her head holy my other hand that s a fuckin joke like steel cold knife on the bridge of strife were the words i spoke