| I am the hangman’s son.
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| I’m trading in souls and their bereavements.
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| When all your life is gone
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| I’m weighing your sins and your achievements.
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| Oh — I’m the seller of souls.
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| I’m heading for whom the bell tolls.
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| Oh — I’m the seller of souls.
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| In league with the devil himself.
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| We came to sell our souls among.
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| We’re here to sing with you along.
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| This is the soul collector’s song,
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| (so) sing and spare your life!
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| Come sing with me your final song.
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| We’re here to sing it all night long.
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| This is the soul collector’s song —
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| (so) sing to spare your life!
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| A real life is paved with sin.
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| I won’t cleanse their soul from all their features.
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| 'Cause it’s human stain therein.
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| So precious to have as human creatures.
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| Oh — I’m the seller of souls.
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| I’m heading for whom the bell tolls.
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| Oh — I’m the seller of souls.
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| Give the devil his due when he comes for you. |