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A Soul For The DevilLegends tell of a night,Before the ides of doom, For me to take a wife, Under the Indian moon, I had the magic book, She had a magic look, And as I took her hand, Over my soul, she took command, She's killing me, She's killing me. We lay watching the sky, For a star to rise, An old heavenly eyes, But she had started to look, Down to the magic book, And with the words of hell, Upon my hear, she cast a spell, It's killing me, She's killing me. A soul for the Devil, She took from em, A soul for the Devil, Oh let it free, A soul for the Devil, A soul in chains, A soul for the Devil, It weeps in pain. So she flew out of sight, On a Thunderbird, With its wings of night, Was it thunder heard, And my soul she took. Was locked in the magic book, And as I saw her go, I tell my heart sinking love, She's killing me. Chorus |