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Bell Witch
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Bails (of Flesh)
cold empty space need to touch (present life) thy life is none for thy soul burns
hate for will my grief will be avenged
bailing the grass flaying timeless grasp flaying smolder the bones horror on the stones
roped hands are raking air slight of life Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
fate stands its wicked snare a needle of life
bail me like rows of hay a needle of life
cold... hate...
cold empty space hate for will for thy soul burns they grief will be avenged
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