While the young emily darning her socks, br The door locked and a sound mocks, br She run crying its evil night, br Run towards the match box to lit a light. br br Trembling and frighten her hands couldnt reach hold, br She fell down her soul goes cold, br She cried for help, shout a loud, br Said that it rised up like a black cloud. br br And said she seen the holy ghost, br Out to the lowry her finger post. br Priest come and put her to bed, br And few minute before she was dead. br br All soul night is a sad night, br Children faces by a fire light, br I just arrived from her gravestone at the cemetry, br I told her that your death is still a mystery, br A sweet sound came from grave, br Stranger light is faint now air is quite still, br I am dead but my soul is yet under ghost will. br br The agony of words permeated the brain, br Becoming tears on evil night, has come down to power as rain, br Dont take lightly friday 13, br As she have died we too have been...