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On a quiet, calm river's edge, he saw it last night
Through the eyes the ripper, a widow in the making
And the slit in the throat, like there was an extra mouth...
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Cape Fear
01:55
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Straight from the penitentiary, I've come to make you scream and cry
Your face I have not forgotten, and you will soon remember mine
Always watching, and you know not where to look
I may have been gone, but now I'm back and you are not off the hook
You're gonna learn about loss, and I'm coming for you
Punishment means nothing to me, just my blood and sweat and tears
Cape Fear bloodlust kept me going the last fourteen fucking years
Deliver you from sin, let your family live no more
His word the truth, my blade the justice, now let's settle up the score
You're gonna learn about loss, and I'm coming for you
And I've never felt more alive under blackened southern sky
I can't forgive, you won't forget this heart full of hate
It suffocates
You're gonna learn about loss, and I'm coming for you
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Full Moon Night
02:50
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Sun is hiding behind the horizon
The full moon night is in its youth
No point in lying now, the light has gone, the light has gone
Revealing nothing but the truth
A shaky glance, a bloody dance, tonight there is no second chance
The pulpit never failed to say, there's no guaranteed next day
The night's alive with screams and cries, the living will all be terrified
The full moon night, the full moon night
The moonlight shines across your bloodshot eyes, a mist comes up from down below
How would you describe the night that satisfies an ancient drive from long ago
A shaky glance, a bloody dance, tonight there is no second chance
The pulpit never failed to say, there's no guaranteed next day
The night's alive with screams and cries, the living will all be terrified
The full moon night, the full moon night
Full moon night, the full moon night
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Taken by the Phantom
02:01
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The wind rattled empty trees inside the cold October breeze
Down a dark, deserted street her poor soul has come obsolete
She was taken by the phantom and never made it home
This jack-o-lantern night a young boy acts out the devil's delight
Swept right off his feet and locked inside a prison cell of fright
He was taken by the phantom and never made it home
A ghoulish gaze, his chains they rattle as he stampedes out from Hell
So, say your prayers so it's someone else for whom he tolls the bell
Don't get taken by the phantom and try to make it home
And if you run into the phantom, I hope you make it home
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Inside this perverse mind believing all of its own lies
No moral compass hides behind these cemetery eyes
Slowly crawling the days, and to this hell I am a slave
On my way to the grave, from the gutter to the grave
Down in a vertigo slide, no getting off this haunted ride
No clawing to survive within this sarcophagus bind
This fog was once just a haze, and still in hell I am a slave
On my way to the grave, from the gutter to the grave
So, in the rotten mind believing none of its own lies
It melts away with time and never stops to wonder why
Lie on edge of the blade, and still in hell remain a slave
On my way to the grave, from the gutter to the grave
A hollow, bankrupt shell, eyes pop as brain starts to swell
Dead bastard by day, the mausoleum my night
The constant torment of pain, still in hell I am a slave
On my way to the grave, from the gutter to the grave
I can't sleep in my bed because of unrelenting dread
Nothing more to be said, I'm on my way to being dead
Torment's end I pray, eternal hell I am a slave
On my way to the grave, from the gutter to the grave
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Another tale around an unmarked, shallow grave
The unknown stories of what hide behind the blade
They found you in that tree that reached into the sky
Oh, Bella why, please tell me why you had to die
I never thought that she would see light of day
Ruins of yesterday's mourners not gone away
Memories locked up tight and hidden on a shelf
Oh, tell me, Who put Bella in the Wych Elm?
So many mysteries of lives come to an end
Those left tortured by no time to make amends
The barrier between us, now it grows so thin
I've come to know that it's the dead who's looking in
I never thought that she would see light of day
Ruins of yesterday's mourners not gone away
Memories locked up tight and hidden on a shelf
Oh, tell me, Who put Bella in the Wych Elm?
I never thought that she would see light of day
Ruins of yesterday's mourners not gone away
Memories locked up tight and hidden on a shelf
Oh, tell me, Who put Bella in the Wych Elm?
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Creeping Nun Toledo, Ohio
PUNK from Toledo, OH. For fans of beer, terror, nihilism, and songs that bounce from pop to punishing at the blink of an eye.
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