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Prehistoric Bitch

from Three of Cups by Mane Of The Cur

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Out of the dark woods
where she slaves away
bloody the carcass treasure
The shadows moves faster
than her feet will make
stepping thru soft ground
Slowly to her hearth, her hearth

Torches burn so bright
crescent moon glows light
prey moves faster into flight
running for its life

Sleepy dawn enters
darkness turns to grey
fleeting the nightly fear
Taking to morning
live to fight today
tempering slowly frightened
in her heart

Nightly she holds safe
all alone

Daylight starts to break
into song

fate unknown

all alone

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from Three of Cups, released September 29, 2015

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On a mountain of skulls, in a castle of pain, I sat on a throne of blood. What was will be, what is will be no more. Now is the season of evil.
Like the sun dear, up on high, we'll return dear to the sky. And we'll banish the pain, don't cry. Until tomorrow, this is goodbye. Tin unicorn, upon your pillow, cast off scorn and forget tomorrow.
They've come here for my soul, but I'll keep it with me.
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