| When I die, don’t bury me
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| Leave me to barren field
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| 'Neath October’s ruins
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| And that hungry hunter moon
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| She came in late, the dress was torn
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| Poured a drink then turned away
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| Haggard lips curled to a smile
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| I saw the leaving on her face
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| When I die don’t bury me
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| Leave me to Judas field
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| 'Neath October’s ruins
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| And that hungry hunter moon
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| Smell his sweat, smell his skin
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| I couldn’t stop, she didn’t scream
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| Blood spread out along her tie
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| Running from the sharpen steel
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| When I die don’t bury me
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| Leave me to killing field
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| 'Neath October’s ruins
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| And that hungry hunter moon
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| On my knees before Saint Martin
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| The silent moons so brief and brave
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| A little light, the only witness
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| To mark my murdered lover’s grave
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| When I die don’t bury me
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| Leave me to grieving field
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| 'Neath October’s ruins
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| And that hungry hunter moon
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| Yeah, when I die don’t bury me
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| Leave me to the haunted field
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| 'Neat October’s ruins
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| And that hungry hunter moon
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| Scattered on the center stone
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| Little pieces of my bones
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| Let the crows and beetles dine
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| There’ll be no redemption for my kind |