| Twelve bells toll her cracking neck
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| Gallows hewn from human hands
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| Aching bellies are famine fuelled
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| Worn and weathered the bloodied bones
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| That do the Puritans wish
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| I am the Dread Sovereign
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| Take these words my son
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| Let my death not be in vain
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| And Praise Satan
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| I am the Dread Sovereign
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| So take these words
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| A woman slender neck
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| Burnt and wheeling rope
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| She will hang till dead
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| Despite her protests
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| A black soul in conspiracy
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| With the divine Goat
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| Driven by the Devil’s lust
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| I am the Dread Sovereign
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| Take these words my son
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| And let my death not be in vain
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| And let my death not be in vain
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| Praise Satan in this world and the
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| Hail Satan
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| We praise Satan in this world and the next
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| We praise Satan |