Spitting at death
A bat on the wing
We heard midnight
Singing her secret name
I dug my way out of the grave
And rode the worms into Judgment Day
Sleeping with the witch
I see the shadow of love
And then the absence of
I've been touched by the moonlight
Lost to the warmth of the sun
I dug my way out of the grave
And rode the worms into Judgment Day
Sleeping with the witch
Sweating a monstrous
Guilty black thing
Its glacial hand
On the reins of my dreams
I dug my way out of the grave
And rode the worms into Judgment Day
Sleeping with the witch
Sleeping with the witch
Sleeping with the witch
Sleeping with the witch
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