| A sailor’s map in an occult store
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| In a place where no shop ever stood before
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| Making plain that near the old town square
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| Abandoned ruins still standing there
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| Scale the wall, smash the lock, tear the ivy back
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| Break the seal, scale the stair, find them crouching, dressed in black
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| They’ll take all commands, so make your demands
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| Approach with care, speak if you dare
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| They’re blind but they know, so to them we go
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| So come with me, see witches three
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| The world is yours, we guarantee
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| You’ll share in immortality
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| Give your eyes so we might see
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| Sacrifice for sisters three
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| Slit your palm and grease the mirror, roll the chicken bones
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| In the crucible they’ll forge your fortune, take instruction from the ancient
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| crones
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| Like a husband who doesn’t wear a ring
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| Like a thief left alone with a shiny thing
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| You’ll never come to account, paying just one price
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| They’ll grant it all when you scoop out your eyes
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| Your wishes come true, but what did you do?
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| Two eyes among three, they command witchery
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| Lust was your all, now you’ve got no balls
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| Eyeballs that is, oh gee what a swizz
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| The world is yours, we guarantee
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| You’ll share in immortality
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| Give your eyes so we might see
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| Sacrifice for sisters three |