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Soul For The Devil

Legends 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

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