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Those who would take the lives of menSet fire to the staves as the master spoke through themBorn of wax, cast in clayA horrible likeness that bares your nameRip the eyes out, throw them awayScatter the ashes conjured by his slavesMind and body drift further apartThe candle burns down and stops your heartBlack as jetBlack as jetBlack as jetBlack as jetOld as thunder in hundred of shapesEagerly suffering in his nameCarnal violence by candle massThe days move slow and the nights won't passLose the left hand dig up the graveSuccumb to the siren who lives in the flameSoiled suspicion the towns on the takeShe will meet her fate at the stakeBlack as jetBlack as jetBlack as jetBlack as jet From Letras Mania