With grace and spiritual guidance, how lucky we were
We got the money, and danced over the bodies of the ravens
In the jail house room the chains hit our skin with fury
It struck me in the head
Hanging from the ceiling
And up we jumped
Broke the jail gates, down the Paradise Avenue of Hell
Only down we could go
For a punishment we do not deserve
Oh my, oh my
We were cut of our feet
Our eyes in a lake of flames burned
Grim-reapers laughing at us
We were doomed from the start
Blacker than our desires
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