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The Crooked Moon - The Blasting Company
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The Crooked Moon The Blasting Company

The Crooked Moon - The Blasting Company
Hungry woods reaching high
Snatch the light out from the sky
Leafy sighs, creaking bones
Pray you don't get found alone

Crickly crack, the branches pop
Here crawls the night that never stops
A tree there leans with twisted grin
Her limbs are thrawn, her soul is sin

Underneath the Crooked Moon
Stalks the King on cloven hoof
In pale decay and empty gloom
He comes for you

Six horns his crown, his kingdom all
For life delicious heed his call
He carries six of sword and seal
Once wayward souls, the Fallen kneel

Run, run, don't shrink and cower
And join us at the witching hour
We'll skip and sing in thrashing light
To smother the shrieks of endless night

Dance beneath the Crooked Moon
Round rising rapture, hand in hand
From pale decay and empty gloom
We'll comfort you
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