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The Book With No Name
02:36
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So you bought a yellow book
Yes a book with no name
From a wise cracking crook
On the street in the rain
To your house you took
It and it found it’s place
In that neat book nook
That you like to maintain Now
There’s funny little feeling
In the back of your brain
And you’d swear that it started
In the book with no name
Chorus
No Name No Name In the Book with No Name
It’s about a coward king
It’s about a lost god
It’s about a Tower - Sing
It’s about a lost cause
It’s about a bunch of sages
It’s about a few frauds
It’s about a hundred pages
Cost? about buck's’all
And it seems the book is aged
And I’ll never know who made it
All the names have been erased
In the book with no name
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Listen children hide your teeth
You don’t wanna make him smile
The smell of teeth in the air then believe
he’s already been there for a while
Listen children say your prayers
You don’t want him to defile
Cause he’s counting your teeth and
the thief there’s too many teeth when he smiles
Chorus
The Man Who Smiles with too Many Teeth
Arriving home to a window broken you see standing at your open bathroom door with his back to you is a man in a black suit. He turns feeling your eyes on him. He is chewing on the business end of your toothbrush. He cocks his head to the side and offers it to you from across the hall. Then he smiles and his mouth has so many teeth in it that you can’t understand how they fit in there nor how he possibly kept it closed with so many teeth in there.
He makes a clicking sound as of bone on bone and through gritted teeth he says
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She Who Folds
02:06
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They fold
For her
As she will gather
Everything up in her folds
Only time can keep us apart
Every door that stands between us
Shattered splinters in the dark
Chorus
They took so much from her
And from us she’ll get it back
She’ll get it back
Black smoke
Whispers
Things don’t see that they have been cut.
In the dark they form her face
Her folds seep in
As They infect the shadows of this place.
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They don't age they don't play
And their names is funny
They were raised then betrayed
They are nature's folly
In our faith let us pray
Must be up to something
We give praise in refrains
It takes patience darling
Chorus
The Children that Time Forgot
They don't change they don't pray
They are worshiped oddly
In their names they convey
All that they embody
Under pain they obey
And their servants follow
They are crazed eyes are glazed
But their words are hollow
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Wind The Box
01:51
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You better watch yourself
You better say your prayers
Not that it really helps
Cause they ain't playing fair
Chorus
They got a music box
And They can make you talk
Can't even think of violence
Not Once They wind the box
If they want you to talk
That's when they'll wind the box
All thoughts of violence stop
Your brain is like a rock
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Ivan Khyne
02:06
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This here’s the story of Ivan Khyne
And how he lost his mind
A child forgotten by time
He’d barter With Pacts, oaths, and lies
For any kinda power that he could find
And when time came to give what he had signed
He struck his patrons blind
And said, I ain’t giving up what’s mine…
Chorus
I ain’t givin up my magic
Or none of my soul
I’d rather burn in hell
Though your wolves may howl
You won’t knock down my door
If you can break my sigils down
Get through all my wards
Come to take my crown
But your only reward
Will be to see yourself laid out
Lifeless in the morgue.
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We just can’t keep it caged
unless can keep it restrained
And sedated
You better hope and pray
cause it if it ever wakes it’s the end
Chorus
The one who sleeps impaled
Under our town he sleeps
In a cage we made to keep
What we hated (him complacent)
And while he dreams it seeps
Until we let him out in the end
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