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Dungeon Of Irons

Wooden Wand

Do the innocent die differently form the guilty?
I don't know
But she's no more a witch than you are a wizard
And if you take away her life God will give you blood to drink
And it will be you who must answer for your mistakes

Here we go, pals, round and round
When you die with a lie on your mouth does that lie make a sound

I won't beg for forgiveness, I won't even try and stall
I'm confined in the dungeon of irons to wait for the call
I haven't got a thing against a man in the world anyhow
I hope nobody's got anything against me now

Here we go, pals, round and round
How do you pardon the crimes of an innocent man in the ground

Here we go pals, round and round
When you die with a lie on your mouth does that lie make a sound
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