There was a murder in the mountains
Blood stained the moon
Rumours trickled down
The road turned to mudd
Disappointed hopes
Dreams shattered like Venetian glass
It all started so pure
Good intentions lead to misery
Time is a slow acting poison
The serpent moves slowly but deadly
Every soul has a dark & dusty corner
What lies beneath the surface no one knows
Priests and lawyers possess no power
In the darkness of the forest
Fog is descending upon cedar trees
Gabriel's chiseling at the moon
She laughed in his face
He said: Darlin' shut your eyes
I'll put an end to our misery
They caught him less than 20 miles east of the county line
I pray for her to be raised from the dead just to kill her again!
(written by M.a. Littler)
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