Tribute to the Heart Collectorthe blood red sun wanes away as the clouds of smoke smother the light the stench of dead beckons from those who lay and the foul beasts of carrion wait for nightTribute to the Heart Collector
a nocturne so ethereal pierces the fog as a man made of steel bone gathers the souls of the dead from the bog and sends their hearts home
once there was a boy named jack who yearned so dearly to become a man for all the other children laughed behind his back five years pass and there was a boy named dan who drove jack mad as he was made a fool then one day jack had gotten his fill &
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In a hovel of a bed
I will scream in vain...
Oh... please... Miss Lane...
Leave me with some pain
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I want to live before i die, no more, no less.
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In a hovel of a bed
I will scream in vain...
Oh... please... Miss Lane...
Leave me with some pain
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