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von American Murder Song

Spirits who drift on the portraits of time
Ready your rooms when the pendulums chime (9)
We call on your numbers, we call on your crime
How close?
A little more

Spirits who snake on the stairwells of fate
Ready your chambers when the first-borne counts eight (8)
We call on your numbers, open the gate
How close?
A little more


Spirits who wander the hallways of Cain
When thunder claps thrice (3), ready the game
We call on your numbers, call out her name
How close?
A little more

Spirits of Murder who rise from the mud
Ready our guests for the curses of Nod
How close?
A little more

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