| Seeking to possess the one thing that may be able to end his cursed existence,
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| Baron Samedi is permitted an audience with the Basilisk. |
| As the Baron’s
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| pitiful story unfolds, the Basilisk sees an opportunity…
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| The Mark of Voodoo
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| Born on a slaver in sixteen sixty six
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| I was cut from the womb
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| Of a screaming West African witch
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| In Haiti they laid me upon the auction block
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| And I sold for a song on a Port-au-Prince dock
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| Raised by the Houngan, he taught me the rites
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| I saw him murdered one terrible night
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| Found at his side, covered in gore
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| Beaten and kicked, thrown to the floor
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| Dragged to the slave house
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| Tied down in a circle of chalk
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| Ritual candles anointed
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| With the blood of a sacrificed cock
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| The frenzy was building
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| I pleaded with them for my life
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| They cut out my heart with a sugar cane knife
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| I opened my eyes to the dark of a grave
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| My body was rotten, my thoughts were depraved
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| Walking the Earth for eternity
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| Cursed with the duties of Samedi
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| I spoke to the dead as their flesh decayed
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| They spoke of a skull in a land far away
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| To Creepsylvania via Bombay!
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| End this curse!
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| Solo Digestor
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| Make these gruesome torments cease
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| Give me the glory of deathly peace
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| Put to rest these cursed bones
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| «You'll find what you seek in the catacombs» |