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Gallowmere

I have come to claim my throne again
Seek revenge on you Sir Fortesque
Though my army is beyond the grave
I shall cast a spell and watch them
Rise
 
I call upon them to return
Break from your graves unholy ones!
 
My name is Zarok the sorcerer
I just want to take back what's mine
Lead my militia to overthrow this realm
You have intruded on sacred ground
Unaware of the magic it beholds
 
I have been TO HELL AND now I'm
BACK
I will show no mercy, so beware!
May the demonds fallbefore you now
Like the wheat before the sharpened
Scythe
 
You may have won the battle now
But I shall surely win the war!
 
My name is Zarok the sorcerer
I just want to take back what's mine
Lead my militia to overthrow this realm
You have intruded on sacred ground
Unaware of the magic it beholds
 
You have been defeated, cast aside
This is my domain so don't return
I have achieved immortality
Thanks to you beloved Gallowmere
 
Now on to take over the world
This time my mission will succeed!
 
My name is Zarok the sorcerer
I just want to take back what's mine
Lead my militia to overthrow this realm
You have intruded on sacred ground
Unaware of the magic it beholds
 
My name is Zarok the sorcerer
I just want to take back what's mine
Lead my militia to overthrow this realm
You have intruded on sacred ground
Unaware of the magic it beholds
 

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All these punk motherfuckers don't know
They running their mouth like I won't kick in their door
All these punk motherfuckers hitting my phone
You think we boys, I never seen you at one of my shows
All these punk motherfuckers don't know
They running their mouth like I won't kick in their door
All these punk motherfuckers hitting my phone
You think we boys, I never seen you at one of my shows
 
[Verse 1]
See, I been fucking up my life no joke
Tatted my face, quit my job, went broke
But I been loving every day a little more
When you hear that wooden block, you know it's only Ghoste
Made in the image of what they call Satan
The blade is serrated and decapitating
The brain of sedated and awaiting heads
Never to let them think freely again
Put em in an underwater grave
Better pay your attention to what I am about to say
Fuck what your friends say
Fuck what the man say
I been licking venom off my gums
Getting faded off the blood of my girl
I cut her on the face, she told me 'more'
She got blood on my grandma floor
Bitch, I'm draped in Ghost Supply head to toe
Y'all were sleeping, I don't want your damn clothes
My chick gon' to seduce your damn girl
We tag-teaming like we wrestling for the belt
(Lay down your soul)
 
[Hook]
All these punk motherfuckers don't know
They running their mouth like I won't kick in their door
All these punk motherfuckers hitting my phone
You think we boys, I never seen you at one of my shows
All these punk motherfuckers don't know
They running their mouth like I won't kick in their door
All these punk motherfuckers hitting my phone
You think we boys, I never seen you at one of my shows
 

The Ghost

Are you afraid of the dark?
Are you scared?
 
I can see you from behind
You can hear me in your mind
Run so fast as you can go
Time will catch you before you know
 
Are you afraid of the dark ?
Are you scared?
I am you!
 
I’m coming closer
I will catch you
The time, it goes
 
Are you afraid of the dark?
Are you scared?
I am you!
 

Like everybody else

Run fast
Run away
Run straight into the loneliness
It isn’t only home I miss
Like the night all my friends got together
Heard about it afterwards
Didn’t think was gunna hurt so much
 
Why if I'm doing so well
Did I build a wall between me and the world
 
Been drilled in my head forever
Be better
Turns out I’m just like everybody else
Don’t even go near a mirror
It’ll kill ya
Trust me you don’t wanna see yourself
 
Fuck the noise
It’s too late
It's the choices
Now I don’t even wanna be someone
What made me think I was special
I’m not special
Turns out I’m like everybody else
 
That’s nice
Champagne
What a shame it doesn’t work on me
So don’t go wasting your money
Everybody in this room is too hard, too pretty
I’m tired
I just wanna be nobody
 
Been drilled in my head forever
Be better
Turns out I’m just like everybody else
Don’t even go near a mirror
It’ll kill ya
Trust me you don’t wanna see yourself
 
Fuck the noise
It’s too late
It's the choices
Now I don’t even wanna be someone
What made me think I was special
I’m not special
Turns out I’m like everybody else
 
What made me think I was special
I’m not special
Turns out I’m like everybody else
 

Strange Times

They smell your mouth
In case you have uttered the words 'I love you'
They smell your heart
Such strange times, darling
Such strange times, darling
Such strange times, darling
Such strange times, darling
 
And love is bludgeoned against the pillars of the dead end
Love must be hidden in the attics
Love must be hidden in the attics
In this cold and twisted dead end
They keep fires aflame with poems and songs as fuel
Don't dare the danger of thinking
Such strange times, Darling
Such strange times, Darling
Such strange times, Darling
Such strange times, Darling
 
The one banging on the door so late at night
Has come to kill the lantern
Light must be hidden in the attics
And then there are the butchers
Waiting at the crossroads
With their bloody axes
Such strange times, Darling
Such strange times, Darling
Such strange times, Darling
Such strange times, Darling
 
And they surgically remove the smile from your lips
And the song from your mouth
Passion must be hidden in the attics
Passion must be hidden in the attics
Passion must be hidden in the attics
Passion must be hidden in the attics
 
The canary is grilled
Over a flame of burnt lilies and jasmine
Such strange times, Darling
Such strange times, Darling
Such strange times, Darling
Such strange times, Darling
 
The victorious drunken Satan
Is celebrating our mourning
God must be hidden in the attics
God must be hidden in the attics
God must be hidden in the attics
God must be hidden in the attics
 
Such strange times, Darling
God must be hidden in the attics
Such strange times, Darling
God must be hidden in the attics
Such strange times, Darling
God must be hidden in the attics
 
Such strange times, Darling
Passion must be hidden in the attics
 
Such strange times, Darling
Love must be hidden in the attics