Song | Exit Upon Void |
Artist | Carnival in Coal |
Album | Fear Not |
"Forgiven or damned – Whispered Scarbo with a spiderweb for shroud I'll bury you down below. | |
And into the crypt where you'll have to die | |
Out in the limbo you'll hear the children cry!" | |
Let me have an aspen leave to cradle me across the lake unless the trunk of (the) | |
tarentula will suck me down inside my grave | |
No way! He laughed. | |
You'll be the fodder of the beetle hunting it's prey at dusk. | |
Wrapped in a snakeskin, covered with gold, your only escape is a dive in the void. | |
(A birdsong in the distance invites my look through the trees.) | |
And when my life is over, remember I tough you how to please me: come with me, | |
follow me if you dare on a strange journey, a trip to nowhere... I will take you down | |
below with Charon for guide to visit the unknown. | |
Your life will be a way for me to pay for all my sins. | |
I'm sure the shores of hell will find in you a graceful gift. | |
"Forgiven or damned" whispered Scarbo... You'll soon understand that it don't mean | |
nothing for those who are blinded by insanity, heaven or hell it means nothing to | |
thee... |
" Forgiven or damned Whispered Scarbo with a spiderweb for shroud I' ll bury you down below. | |
And into the crypt where you' ll have to die | |
Out in the limbo you' ll hear the children cry!" | |
Let me have an aspen leave to cradle me across the lake unless the trunk of the | |
tarentula will suck me down inside my grave | |
No way! He laughed. | |
You' ll be the fodder of the beetle hunting it' s prey at dusk. | |
Wrapped in a snakeskin, covered with gold, your only escape is a dive in the void. | |
A birdsong in the distance invites my look through the trees. | |
And when my life is over, remember I tough you how to please me: come with me, | |
follow me if you dare on a strange journey, a trip to nowhere... I will take you down | |
below with Charon for guide to visit the unknown. | |
Your life will be a way for me to pay for all my sins. | |
I' m sure the shores of hell will find in you a graceful gift. | |
" Forgiven or damned" whispered Scarbo... You' ll soon understand that it don' t mean | |
nothing for those who are blinded by insanity, heaven or hell it means nothing to | |
thee... |