A Visit From The Dead Conspiracy '1989( почему в наше время такого нет?)

It must be summer, the sky is clear
The garden is so beautiful
All the flowers and all the trees
Make me feel like they're inside of me

I'm holding my sister's hand
While we're playing in the sand
It's all but a dream

My bed is moving, I cannot see a thing
I am in total darkness, someone is calling
I can feel the chill, it's all around me
I know it's not a dream, no, no, no!

Someone is in my room
Standing at the end of my bed

Must be a visit from the dead
Must be a visit from the dead

Now I see her figure, it's just a little child
And there is no reflection, she's in the mirror
Could it really be? Has she returned?
My little sister...

"King, beware!
Something bad [bad word] your way
King, beware!"

Must be a visit from the dead
Must be a visit from the dead

Missy, will you tell me?
You know, we don't have no secrets

"Just beware!"

Must be a visit from the dead
Must be a visit from the dead

You've to to tell me, [bad word] on now! Spit it out, girl!

"I will send you a dream..."