a call of the dark and a jet-black sky
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and a meeting with death
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i follow the stars they lead me away
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to the burial ground
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i hear no sound this forsaken place
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hasn't seen life in years
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i glance around
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time to prepare to perform the black arts
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from death to dust to life
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return to live again
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i grant thee the way
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awake!
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uncover the graves
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the night is thick yet the moon is high
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i find the right name
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i laugh as i dig for the slave shall be mine
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from death to dust to life
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return to live again
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i grant thee the way
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awake!
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open the casket to meet my new meat
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caress the body and greet cheek to cheek
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pull up the corpse to proceed with my deed
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a dry cough of dust as she come from beneath
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the ritual's done i meet her embrace
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two move as one we dance by the graves
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in silence we pace
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she holds me close
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her grip is strong i find it hard to breathe
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she smiles so sweet
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her gratitude brings me to my knees
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from death to dust to life
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return to live again
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i grant thee the way
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from death to dust to life
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return to live again
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i grant thee the way
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awake!
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awake!
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Resurrection
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| Witchery |
