A deep dark hole in the ground, that's all that's left of my playground.
All my pretty, pretty girls with their golden curls and soft, soft skins; where can I take them now? Where can we hide?
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, pretty girls with their golden curls.
I'll hide them away and here we'll all stay in my deep dark hole in the ground.
