Skeleton Key

The sun is sinking lower a thousand shadows stretch across the ground
Out by his lonesome farmhouse his ears detect an awful howling sound
Was he the only one who could hear it comin' closer hellward bound

They're packin up his coffin to an unmarked grave a hundred miles from town
They're gathering up a posse they'll burn his cursed farmhouse to the ground
Stick configurations to the fires consigned, you bet they're hellward bound

Oh Yeah!!

Beneath a black horizon exactly as predicted in his books
She opened up his coffin and climbed right in to suckle at his root
A silver hook affixed to a single shaft of bone
A single orb to witness the seeds of eros sewn
A swarm of bats and crows come with glowing eyes to light the way back home

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