3. Black As Jet
Those who would take the lives of men Set fire to the staves as the master spoke through them Born of wax, cast in clay A horrible likeness that bares your name Rip the eyes out throw them away Scatter the ashes conjured by his slaves As mind and body drift further apart The candle burns down and stops your heart Black as jet Black as jet Black as jet Black as jet Old as thunder in hundred of shapes Eagerly suffering in his name Carnal violence by candle mass The days move slow and the nights won't pass Lose the left hand dig up the grave Succumb to the siren who lives in the flame Soiled suspicion the towns on the take She will meet her fate at the stake Black as jet Black as jet Black as jet Black as jet
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