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Okay it's been a while but here comes another nasty little story to give you the shivers.
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One dark and lonely night
the moon shone clear and bright
They gathered there.
They rose up one by one
as if under easter sun
They gathered there
One child on each eve
one small life more to grieve
was their tribute
But as rotting flesh took living hand
A wailing rose up from the damned
And the child said-
Look! Death has come for you
Hear! Death has ears for you
Now! then Watch me well
I! am the mouth of hell….
And She stepped the cursed dance
The tarantella of the damned
lust and fire, life's desire
torn to shreds like lace in the
Devils' hands she learned the pace
the special beat, the profane rhythm
Her Hips sway and fingers snap
Drawn into a spiders trap
Every last defiant soul
each and every one shall have their day
The bible tells of devil's son
but of his daughters it says none
and on this sacred night
She's come to steal you away
She dances the cursed dance
The tarantella of the damned
lust and fire, life's desire
torn to shreds like lace in the
Devils' hands she learned the pace
the special beat, the profane rhythm
The dead fell with the rising sun
The church bell tolled, her work was done
But in then came the faithful
A wicked smile took her face
As she began to sway in place
And the child said-
the moon shone clear and bright
They gathered there.
They rose up one by one
as if under easter sun
They gathered there
One child on each eve
one small life more to grieve
was their tribute
But as rotting flesh took living hand
A wailing rose up from the damned
And the child said-
Look! Death has come for you
Hear! Death has ears for you
Now! then Watch me well
I! am the mouth of hell….
And She stepped the cursed dance
The tarantella of the damned
lust and fire, life's desire
torn to shreds like lace in the
Devils' hands she learned the pace
the special beat, the profane rhythm
Her Hips sway and fingers snap
Drawn into a spiders trap
Every last defiant soul
each and every one shall have their day
The bible tells of devil's son
but of his daughters it says none
and on this sacred night
She's come to steal you away
She dances the cursed dance
The tarantella of the damned
lust and fire, life's desire
torn to shreds like lace in the
Devils' hands she learned the pace
the special beat, the profane rhythm
The dead fell with the rising sun
The church bell tolled, her work was done
But in then came the faithful
A wicked smile took her face
As she began to sway in place
And the child said-
richard13
maybe I'm getting used to your work ;-)
There are a few inconsistencies between the lyrics and what was sung but I'm assuming you took liberties as you were singing, and "live" means no edits. It is, like most of your work, very good. The lyrics are more meaningful than most, and your singing and playing are fine. I'd love to hear you perform it around a campfire. Good to hear you again.