A deep dark hole in the ground, that's all that's left of my playground.

All my pretty girls with their pretty golden curls and soft, soft skins; where can I take them? Where can I hide them?

Once I had a castle, once I owned the world. Now all that's left is a deep dark hole in the ground.

It's dark and it's cold and I never grow old but I still love them all: my pretty girls with their pretty golden curls.

I'll hide them away and here we'll all stay in my deep dark hole in the ground.