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Album: The Knock-Down Drag-Outs
It was a numinous night, wet and cold like the last week of autumn
I felt a shiver dividing my bones from the top to the bottom
And there were two of me then, one part flesh and the other a phantom
To the phantom I said, "Get behind me, ye vamp of Diablo"
It said, "You speak out of turn, I am born of the shadow inside you
And I have lived in your heart and with it I've become quite accustomed"
CHOOSE YOUR BLADE
WE SHALL DANCE IN THE BLOOD AND THE RAIN
I GROW SICK OF YOUR WHISPERED BETRAYALS
GO WHERE THE DEAD GO, TU ESTAS MUERTO
CHOOSE YOUR BLADE
I WON'T BE HELD AS A PRISONER OF SHAME
I GROW SICK OF YOUR LIES AND YOUR GAMES
GET THEE BEHIND ME, YOU SHALL NOT BIND ME
It was a coward's decision when I offered you sanctuary
I knew it, right then and there that our cartel would be my undoing
But I rationalized and believed every mangled half truth
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