| Masks hanging on the tomb walls
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| Where the coven grieves
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| Witches hiding in the brambles
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| Ground level down where the dry leaves
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| Blow, and burn slowly
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| No ground is ever gonna hold me
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| White candles in the manor, where the curse takes hold
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| Bodies reassembling down where the worms crawl
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| Make your own friends when the world’s gone cold
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| It gets dark and then
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| I feel certain I am going to rise again
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| If not by faith then by the sword
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| I’m going to be restored
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| Build fires to keep the beacon flashing
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| Where the earth lies flat
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| Blood calls to blood as the hours draw down
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| Invent my own family if it comes to that
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| Hold them close, hold them near
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| Tell them no one’s ever going to hurt them here
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| Steal the treasure and try to leave town
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| Fight my way back down, don’t want to hurt anyone
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| Probably gonna have to before it’s all done
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| Take to the hills, run away
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| I’m gonna get my perfect body back someday
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| If not by faith then by the sword
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| I’m going to be restored |