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Dawg I got a vault
And you got my name in your mouth by the gulp
I withstand all that, give me
My check and respect, i demand all that
Before I (pop

Oohoo, oohoo
Oohoo
Baby you a masseuse
Put your hands on my body get loose
Baby girl just let me be your muse
Never misuse me
Baby you a masseuse
Put

close
It will be just me and you
The author and the muse

Whatever I may seem to value
I'll turn away by your command
Like I had to win back your favour

I know it so well 
I know the sea swell 
Wet sand under my boots 
Red cliffs you are my muse 

Yet this time 
I feel the angles 
Cliff edge is mine

And from every seed
every flower

comes growth
comes bloom

and every newborn
every soul

come and go, 
life moves on

wounds and scars
burdens, is

no sight, I had a way by day and a light by night.
cnd it's as if I've always known, your heart and your voice guiding me along

Hook:
When I made my

It has come to see the light of day
A newborn unlike the lords image
Repugnant grotesque and unholy
Therefore it is deemed unworthy
Enacting

would conquer day 
that moment so near 
Oh satellite! 
By fashioned will bare 
pused to your darkest hour 
And fate and time now
collided
A million one

collide
Collide and collapse in her arms like a newborn child
I am at one reborn

The fog in the mote
As he grabs me by the throat
It lifts as she comes
She

Behold!
The veil has been torn
Revealing our vacuous reality
A cradle for the birth of uncertainty

A newborn truth
Exhales it's first breath
It's

Words and music RW 1978

As I came down by the weary well
Going there to fill my can
My fortune there I do declare
She took me by the hand
The lark

A newborn baby's cry
A new star in the sky
Shepherds round the manger
Where the holy child lies

The moment long foretold
By messengers of old
Christ

O dubiety
E'er lugubrious
Thy diffusing mist
That environs me
Gloomily persists
By the iron gate
My accursed fate
Becomes preposterous
On this dark

muse

A rusted-out sign
Jesus loves you
Landmark of mine
I drill into

Some folktale
I'm keeping alive
While the curtain falls
Dramatic demise

goals, document me in your hall of faith
And write my name in your Book of Life
Ya’ll know it’s by the grace, right?

Moving on from muses isn’t easy, no

Took too long to try and too long to fight
Too many executions of too many far too close to home
Butchered by centuries of lies
Propagated in our heads

that you carry on your back
Oh call down from your cocoon in the tree
Before you spread your newborn wings and you fly away from me

Gypsy by day
Dances

the dark corners
Where fear takes over a wandering mind
For we must be loved like a newborn
Helplessly spinning in the naked sky
Cool wind of night
Nipping

Aftermath

King Diamond

Voodoo

1998

I don't care.

Malone survived. He's a scared old man now.
By the way, my name is Salem.

You cannot say, that everybody's happy.
But you can

everybody is now
safe from each other.

At least I sought so, until a few days ago
When I heard of some mother
By the name of Sarah Lafayette
Who's newborn

It is the still of the evening
It is the dark of the night
When all the world is sleeping
Except for shepherds keeping
Watch over flocks by night

In

talk business, begin by addressin' the bricks
That was missin' in the last shipment
At first, everything nice, everything routine
Jocks lining up

human need to know
Understand secrets in the heart of Nebula
Newborn stars and the cradle of our existence
Here we stand at the world's great divide

Inhaling the cold air like a newborns first breath
I am immortal as I hunt in the dark
Predatorial instincts obsessing my mind
I am but one of those