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Fisherman's Tale

from Hell Sweet Hell by Grand Mexican Warlock

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When the storm comes, her face reflects care
She’s standing by the window still
Looking out to the distance, her eyes fill up with scare
As the salty dark air starts to chill

How I would love to be there
Not away, elsewhere

Flash of lightning is breaking through the sky
And she shivers when it hits the sea
She is not wired, she isn’t used to cryin’
And have never learned how to flee

I feel she’s sending me hope
Like my strongest rope
She gives hope
She’s my strongest rope

She holds that candle, she made herself for me
And waiting for tomorrows’ dawn
In her worn old coat she’s just as perfect as can be
She knows that I am coming home

Knows that I’m coming home
I won’t be out there alone
I’m coming home
I won’t die out there alone

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from Hell Sweet Hell, released March 3, 2014

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