moon at all It's his smile the bullet carries And this totem finds it's way To the witch's heart The gun cracks and the Witch knows this and now is dead
crypt Reflect upon the way beyond redemption Let the necronometer beckon for the destined Blessed when first lent sin then condemned to bear the burden Of this
the crypt Reflect upon the way beyond redemption Let the necronometer beckon for the destined Blessed when first lent sin then condemned to bear the burden Of this