To find a song within a storm.
To weave a quilt from broken bones.
To kill your love and to forget.
To mend a wound with broken stones.
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Go to sleep, avengeful spirit, and sleep the night away.
Dream of blood and breaking till tomorrow turns today.
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Ride away into the night,
Ride away to kill your son.
Drag his body through the grrme
As you follow the bloody sun.
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Wake up now, soul of murder, open up your eyes.
Ride into the day and all of hell will surely rise.
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To find a song withen the storm,
To weave a quilt of broken bones.
To kill a love and to forget,
To mend a wound with all but stone.
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So is the life of the vengeful spirit.
It'll tear you apart before you see it.
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Before you are caught up in despair,
Remember this one word: Beware.