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Take my hand,

Close your eyes,

Just don’t let go.

My son, take my hand, follow me into the place

we once called hell.

Now take this axe and swing it at his neck,

expose him.

I stared, I watched until she was slain.

I couldn’t close my eyes, I couldn’t turn away,

I stayed until the beast was slain.

Say what you want, I’ve heard it all before.

And blood is thicker than water,

but just as cold.

I will bury you and with my two hands,

I will dig your grave.

But I don’t think you deserve six feet under.

No, I don’t think you deserve six feet down.

Now you’re all alive,

Now you’re dead.

Before me she laid,

and I found contentment.

Her body cold, and still,

I find contentment.

I’ve heard it all before.

Sorry, but I’ve heard it all before.