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Baskerville Songtext
von Argyle Goolsby

Baskerville Songtext

The moss sinks softly to the ground
With each ginger step of this hellhound.
Midnight reveals a shaggy mane
Conceals with love this hunting thing
Down in Baskervillle. Hear it howl.


Three hours down, the clock strikes one.
There's no sound, just the smell of firstborn son.
Ribs flex on blackened lungs that growl
A local legend's got a vendetta on this house
Way out in Baskerville. Hear it howl.

I will cut its' chain tonight. I will drag with no respite
The firstborn into hedges and directLy into legend.
The devil runs in hide upon the midnight tides
The devil runs in hide upon the moors tonight.
Down in Baskerville. Hear it howl.

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