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letra de massacre anne - mary crowell

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[verse]
we are riding ‘cross the desert
on a mammoth post-apocalyptic
for the path is most vile
and the visions kind of cryptic
sun isn’t set
but it’s looking quite ecliptic
we’re stalking an angel in style

[verse]
we are fleeing ‘cross the desert
with a wicked lord of necromancy
oh, his art is most vile
making zombies for his fancy
opened a door
now his future’s kinda chancy
and darkness is spreading for miles

[chorus]
i feel a cloud over me – are those zombies i see?
and that priest, is he losing his soul?
well, i’m m-ssacre anne, and i do what i can
to bring the master back living and whole

[verse]
living whirlwind in the desert
the familiar to belovèd master
saw the angel most vile
slay the wizards, cause disaster
death from the air
elemental and much faster
revenge keeps him here for a while

[bridge]
the master’s been taken, and now i’m alone
with his rings on my fingers, his mark in my bones

[chorus]
i feel a cloud over me – are those zombies i see?
and that priest, is he losing his soul?
well, i’m m-ssacre anne, and i do what i can
to bring the master back living and whole

[verse]
there’s a secret in the desert
he’s a priest of guile and elocution
but deception most vile
caused his wrongful prosecution
events have conspired
to delay his execution
but he’s only beginning his trials

[verse]
i keep a paper in the desert
it’s a list of those who needed k!lling
but that angel most vile
made my missions less fulfillin’
stolen my thrills
for my master i’m willing
to stalk this dark angel with style

[bridge]
mammoth and mutants and we cursèd four
villains k!ll villains to settle the score

[chorus]
i feel a cloud over me – are those zombies i see?
and that priest, is he losing his soul?
well, i’m m-ssacre anne, and i do what i can
to bring the master back living and whole

[chorus]
i feel a cloud over me – are those zombies i see?
and that priest, is he losing his soul?
well, i’m m-ssacre anne, and i do what i can
to bring the master back living and whole

[outro]
and there’s no more forgiving ‘tween the deadly and the living
and my sword is a will of his own
well, i’m m-ssacre anne, and i do what i can
to bring the master back flesh, bone and soul
to bring the master back living and whole
to bring the master back flesh, bone, and soul

- mary crowell

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