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Pay no attention to the
unfolding narrative behind
the house with empty walls
Forgotten memories inside
You made it out safely this time
but still you can't ignore the cry
over your shoulder in the night
A distant fire without a light
No start. No end. No start. No...
No sign of life out there at all
No sign of death appeared too small
Scanned by imaginary eyes
while the illusions multiply
Carried by some familiar taste
away from ill impending fate
Grim voices from another life
dance on your palate like a knife
Don't go, come in. Don't go, come in.
Now through a dusty window pane
you see a host without a name
Sink when you realize his gaze
is your reflection in the haze
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Bilge - Banshee Shout
04:16
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I put a hex on your soul
I put my tongue on your mouth
I placed your coin in the palm of my hand
Lifted your dirt-black bones out
On the sacred Hallow’s Eve
When the blackbirds caw
Near marshes where dead men swim slow
Your grave turned out
In the sweet surrender
Sweet serenity of death
In black rest’s deceptive lullaby
I pulled your bones out
For now, your coin is mine
I put a curse on your expired bones
Your silver coin I found
In the crick bed black-oak-hollow
I fished it out
Your mine now spook or swallow
My sickly sweet ghoul
Now you’ll sing me a blackbird lullaby
Your banshee shout
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Anythings - Boney
02:23
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i ain't afraid of monsters
i ain't afraid of ghosts
cuz i am a future skeleton
i am up to my ears in bones (and bones and bones and bones...)
wave your skeleton hand to that skeleton man
i only joke around to see your skeleton laugh
when you turn the music up, i watch your skeleton dance
so let's free our bones and head on home to the skeleton land
i just might be a monster
cuz i only have one goal:
to free everybody's skeletons
and live in a world of bones (and bones and bones and bones...)
forgive me but i didn't hear a word you said
i was staring at those bones popping outta your head
rows of teeth cutting right on through the skin
trying to emancipate that skeleton within
and i'd be more that glad to shed your sheath
oh what was that, you said you wanted me to leave?
such a shame, i'd be game if you should ever change your mind
i can tell we'd look swell with our bones all intertwined
wave your skeleton hand to that skeleton man
i only joke around to see your skeleton laugh
when you turn the music up, i watch your skeleton dance
so let's free our bones and head on home to the skeleton land
we are made of scary stuff
so let's see those bones, i've had enough
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Charlie Darling - them
01:55
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Those thoughts may stay awhile, but they’re not home no they’re not home
and you may feel so alone, but you’re not alone no you’re not alone.
And we will stay in packs till they’re scared of us, they should be scared of us,
and us not scared of them.
It’ll be okay, it’s not the end of days for you.
There’s so much left to do and I will help you through it
cuz you are whole and you are good,
and it wasn’t your fault at all.
No, it wasn’t your fault at all.
They should be scared of us,
and us not scared of them.
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Bilge - Key of Solomon
03:21
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Altar of cold black stones
’Twas a-half past 10
Air was cleansed with sage
White quartz and candle sticks
Blood-red finger nails
Coarse hair and fiery cracks
Black cat calls on floors
Bleeding with candle wax
Marled books in stacks
Codes of the wise and dead
Bringing’ a demon life
Ain’t the least of them
Scrawlin’ on mirrors black
Swirling smoke in wafts
Bringing the devil’s notes
For the demon host
I will summon thee
I will call thy name
For to find my dear
And then to rule the grave
Yea, I’m gonna find you
I will break death’s tie
Knife to cut my hand
To give this demon blood
I sat for 13 hours
Inside a bath of chud
Arrange a burial shroud
6 Tablets scribed in sin
Fistfuls of human hair
From 13 heads of kin
Buckets of graveyard dust
Bones and dried bat wings
Cups of old urine
And rags to soak them in
A dirty nail or two
Embellished baby corpse
A sink of rotten meat
All for the demon host
I will summon thee
I will call thy name
For to find my dear
And then to rule the grave
Yea, I’m gonna find you
I will break death’s tie
I hear the witching hour
I hear the clock strike 12
I grab the dusty book
The Key of Solomon
Under the blackest moon
And with the darkest sin
I cut the paley flesh
I squeeze the blood for him
Drip on the pentagram
Right on the foot of him
Right on that demon host
The seal of Solomon
I’ve found a demon olde
For now to get my wife
To break the tie with death
And learn the spell of life
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Anythings - SweetTooth
05:03
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another trip around the block
we race against the midnight clock
you take my mask, i don your cape
this ploy requires unfamiliar shapes
returning to the same front doors
we'd trick-or-treated hours before
and one by one the neighbors pour
the candied sweets and chocolate treats galore
but as i marveled at our feat
we must've wandered off the street
for now the only house i see
is draped in night and tucked amongst the trees
i hesitate and then i hear
a thrash of leaves - you've disappeared
but i've no time to call your name
something's come out from that house, and it's heading my way
i'm paralyzed with shock and fear
with patient strides, it's drawing near
my pillowcase of treats in hand
the last defense against this demon-man
i break the trance and back away
said "i'm sorry to be out so late"
and when he laughed i saw his face
and felt such fright that i took flight while the monster made chase
he had a pumpkin head
with hollow eyes of flame
he smelled of rot and death
i felt his breath when he screamed my name
the moon was full and red
i thought i had escaped
but when i turned to look, his fingers tore my cape
i made it out somehow
and met my friend in town
we never found that house
just candy wrappers on the ground
devil's got a sweet tooth
and my pillowcase, too
so next year when i trick-or-treat
i'll settle for one round of sweets
just stick to the familiar streets
and stay away from pumpkin-headed creeps
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Bard - Crooked Shadows
02:35
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From the grave they came
with uneasy silence.
A killer's ambition
rambling through empty streets.
These tip-toed shadows
scatter in screams,
infesting sweet dreams.
What lies beneath
sleeps the seed,
believed to be
the reason monsters breathe.
Crooked hands reach
from behind glowing eyes.
A hunger unleashed
through the echo of chattering teeth.
Inaudible whispers trickle up the spine,
mocking what innocence made.
In the malicious haze of the night,
they make their way
toward the unforgiving hold
of the gates.
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