Up on the hill
The gallows stand
A freshly hung body
Swings in the wind
A story started
A story lived
Now that story has come to an end
A life of crime
The debt mow paid
The body that swings
Upon the gallows that day
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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