| Calmly I walk in the bone gardens
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| I listen to the wind of north
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| I dig soil with my hands
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| For the good of the day to come
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| Tomorrow I will be back again
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| We’ll drink a cup and another
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| I’ll toss soil in your spirits
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| You are to taste the might of death
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| So I agreed and so will do
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| I stayed up nights, heard a sound
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| From the depths of the dark mind
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| From the caches of the horrible song
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| Soil of the corpse, I give it to you
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| I sprinkle it around for you
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| To get rich, to fall in love
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| I take a risk, I check my cards
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| As you drink the soil like wine —
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| Crumbs, remnants, the corpse of mine —
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| You will see the world with new eyes
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| You will see the world with insane eyes
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| If you don’t drink the soil of death
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| If you don’t taste the black earth
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| I will then lose everything —
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| My money, mind and spirit
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| Tomorrow I will be back again
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| We’ll drink a cup and another
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| I’ll toss soil in your spirits
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| You are to tste the might of death
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| Your head will turn, your mind will twist
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| You’ll sink in pain, and you’ll fall down
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| Your destiny is death
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| The Underworld will be your home
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| So I agreed and so will do
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| I stayed up nights, I heard a sound
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| From the depths of the dark mind
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| From the caches of the horrible song |