In a very small village in eighteen ten
A ritual took place of sorts
A woman would dance on top of the graves
In order to bring back a corpse

Some people called her the grave dancer
For her purpose was dancing on graves
When a loved one would die no one would cry
For she turned all the dead into slaves

Though they were mindless and decaying
The people just wanted them near
While this witch was alive the dead ones would thrive
She said there was nothing to fear

Then one morning a woman lost her husband
They buried him later that night
They went to the dancer but fell short of an answer
Cause the woman was no where in sight

Then the dead started eating their children
The people of the village were shaken
With the children now gone it wouldn't be long
Til the rest of the people were taken

In another small village in eighteen twelve
A ritual took place of sorts
A woman would dance on top of the graves
In order to bring back a corpse