Praise be to the Lord
For all he has given us
For all he will ever give
Praise be to the Lord
Lift your voices high and loud
Play music rejoice in him
Scarecrow
The Scarecrow has come for the harvest Your soul is what he harvests Then gives each soul to a Jack-o-Lantern So it comes awake
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The evils of this World hold you by a leash to Stay in controll
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Sons of night Wicked deeds Doomed they are
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