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Grave Day Of Mourning

, is already done Failure, of the sacrifice Confronting with your maker, paranoid vision a dream Flesh is dripping cold Day of mourning Death is on

his grave Well Jesse had a wife To mourn for his life Three children Now they were brave Well that dirty little coward That shot Mr. Howard And he laid poor Jesse in his grave

grave Well, Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life Three children now, they were brave Well, that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard He laid poor Jesse in his grave

should never know of one" Yet he walked right into the clubhouse of his lifelong deadly foe Emptied out the register, said," Tell 'me it was Crazy Joe" One day

The old woman finally caught me Sneakin' 'round her cave Her hair looked just like barbwire, boys And her smile just like the grave She asked me could

growing devastation. brings human extinction this plague aims at our weakness. predetermined sky. cradles fall into pine for the mourning. wailing cries blend endless each day

going down, I hear a distant wailing cry God something must've gone wrong, much too late I realize Go to hell Well I saw my funeral that day, I know who didn't show to mourn

On the edge of dawn Light ends the dark of day Mourning star at dusk Brightens with our decay Forward, just one step Millions of miles away Floating back

His eyes they close and his last breath spoke he had seen all to be seen a life once full now an empty vase wilt the blossums on his early grave walk