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Where My Dead Body Rots
Child, child Listen to me Where the wolves were about Near the screeching a wild hog’s snout Never enter the arch where the vultures scout For the darkest of tales come true in the woods Of a devil; a demon drinking unicorn blood Child, child Listen to me Where the flowers do not sprout And voices scream and shout Never enter the arch where the rats go about For the darkest of tales come true in the woods Of a trader; a killer drawing first drops of blood Child, child Listen to me Where the dead trees leer And the people disappear Never enter the arch where the gargoyles cheer For the darkest of tales come true in the woods Of a body; a corpse rotting for good Child, child This is a message from me Here where the wolves were about Near the screeching a wild hog’s snout Where the flowers do not sprout And voices scream and shout Where the dead trees leer And the people disappear A devil; a demon A trader; a killer A body; a corpse For the darkest of tales come true, yes, lots Never enter the arch where my dead body rots
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