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
What he was looking for he has found,
Among half-dug holes and tombstones:
He carries a bag, I have forgotten to say
A corpse of a beloved one who passed away
Lenore is her name, they would get married
Now he brings her here to get her buried
It might sound strange but he is all regret
And he wants Lenore returned from the death,
For that to happen he would do everything he can
He heard about the legend, then he drawn a plan,
To bury Lenore's corpse under the grounds and stones
The tragic event happen one night
Jack had been drinking off his mark
When he got home he found the bride,
Jack hit her, so she'd got it right:
“I'm sorry babe, I also feel the pain”,
Then Jack hit her, again and again,
“Who's the boss, it's what I wanna prove”
He hit her hard till she couldn't move.
And she'll not move till she's in a tomb
She's gone, but he wants her back and well,
And to do it, he will follow an old spell
About the cemetery, which says if you bury
A deceased on the grounds of this cemetery
On the third day, no matter how depth
The buried one will return from the death.
So to have Eleanor back he needs to bury
To bury her under the grounds and stones
So Jack dug a tomb for his beloved
And have his beloved to him returned
Besides it would also cover his crime
So he didn't want to waste no more time
The deepest she is, the better she comes
He buried Lenore amid many others bones
Then he waited, waited an endless time
Three days and nights for her to return,
From her tomb under the grounds and stones
After three days and nights he met Lenore
It was late night when someone knocked his door
“Must be Lenore, returning from the dead!”
He opens the door with no fear, not a shred
Lenore stands, no colour, no blood, no breath!
She entered the house, on her zombie steps
And seated in the chair, eyes looking nowhere
He said, “Breath, my love, you need some air!”
But breathless Lenore seated staring nowhere.
She broke the silence with a grotesque blare,
She said: “I will wait for you in this chair”
She seats there, waiting the day Jack will die,
So she will carry his corpse and sing the wicked moan,
