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Carved into stone
Milled you into dust
The Ninth is our house
A monument to rust
Ten thousand years
In a ten-foot tomb
Serving specters
In perpetual gloom
The skeletal staff give their fleshless grimaces
While Reverend Daughter prepares for her masses
Every breath that you take is a prayer and a debt
I try to run but my God is…
Well, dead
You call it a home (my crypt)
I call it a grave
Where the lock-tongue God is the king of the nave
The shadows all waltz on a floor made of bone
Dreber, Dreber, just leave me alone
Just let me go!
Just let me go
Manual scriptures, the litanies drone
I'm hiding my masks, my contraband throne
Pictures of sunshine and girls with soft skin
Not all of this righteous, sanctified sin
Herald keeps talking about some holy quest
A key and a riddle to put to the test
But all that I see is the grate in the wall
And a four hundred year night
Waiting to fall
You call it a home (my crypt)
I call it a grave
Where the lock-tongue God is the king of the nave
The shadows all waltz on a floor made of bone
Dreber, Dreber, just leave me alone
God let me go
Just let me go
They say that outside there is nothing but void
Cold, silent stars, all emotion destroyed
But I saw the light in the gleam of a blade
Just give me the sun, I am so unafraid
You call it a home (my crypt)
I call it a grave
Where the lock-tongue king is the king of the nave
The shadows all waltz on a floor made of bone
Dreber, Dreber, just leave me alone
Just, just leave me alone
Just, just leave me alone
Dreber, Dreber, just leave me alone
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