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Rites of Macabre
04:32
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Should you
Should you disobey
Should you disobey
Should you disobey, god forbid
Should you
Should you disobey
Should you
Should you disobey, god forbid
Should you disobey, god forbid, that you may
Should you disobey, god forbid, break any of these rules
You will see a terrible side of me
You will see a terrible side of me, not so sweet
You will see a not so sweet, terrible side of me
But you wouldn't do that, would you?
I can be your best friend
Or I can be your lover
Just as long as you follow
The likes of macabre
Baptized in holy water
But sunlight gets me weaker
So I'll meet you after midnight
Perfect time for a sinner
I can be your best friend
Or I can be your lover
Just as long as you follow
The likes of macabre
Baptized in holy water
Baptized in holiness
There is no forgiveness
For you, or for this
I can be your best friend
Or I can be your lover
Just as long as you follow
The likes of macabre
Baptized in holy water
Baptized in holiness
There is no forgiveness
For you, or for this
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Pestilence
04:23
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The city gets colder, under heavy blight
I can no longer see the sky, nor its moonlight
Trees sick and twisted, oceans run dry
Pestilence spreads, between you and I
Euphoric speaking, when we all die
Around the carousel
It's like I've been here before, I can not tell
Desperately waiting for the church's bell
To escape from the heavy clutches of indefinite hell
Hell hath no fury, and soon we shall see
What was once lost, will never be
Long nights of darkness, no longer days
Light that I see's, from the city ablaze
And that same darkness brings out their filthy mores
Around the carousel
It's like I've been here before, I can not tell
Desperately waiting for the church's bell
To escape from the heavy clutches of indefinite hell
I destroy what I touch and kill who I see
Because these rules are all broken, it's lost all meaning
I destroy what I touch and kill who I see
Because these rules are all broken, it's lost all meaning to me
I destroy what I touch and kill who I see
Because these rules are all broken, it's lost all meaning to me
It's lost all meaning to me
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Entranced
04:20
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The Seance Ottawa, Ontario
Songs from The Seance.
Sacred and Haunted.
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