Kneeling in front of one of the graves A handful of soil and Salem is on his way He must leave a copper penny as payment for the soil And to protect himself From all the spirits that could come and dig themselves lnto his head ... dead ... dead ... dead ... Salem is here By the house, in the dark, there is a shadow digging The snake in the bottle, is buried and its ready Salem is moving without a sound Everybody sleeping... But me, because I dont need, no...
Posted on: Thu, 04 Dec 2014 14:12:45 +0000
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