Book of Wyrms Keinehora lyrics
Keinehora
Book of Wyrms
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In case of gloating
Pierce a lemon with iron nails
In the gloaming
Shadow of the mind
Gaze of envy forecasts negative energy
To ward off evil, do the following:
Precious stone between eyes
Spitting thrice on your fingers
Spot of dirt on your forehead
Superstition or lies?
I don't think you should say that
You never know who could hear you
Obsessed with compulsion to expel the evil eye
You develop a notion:
Did I overdo it again?
Whatever makеs you hopeless
Aim for smallest modеsty
Imagine the danger of seeing positively
You'd hate to lose it all
I don't think you should say that
You never know who could hear you
Pierce a lemon with iron nails
In the gloaming
Shadow of the mind
Gaze of envy forecasts negative energy
To ward off evil, do the following:
Precious stone between eyes
Spitting thrice on your fingers
Spot of dirt on your forehead
Superstition or lies?
I don't think you should say that
You never know who could hear you
Obsessed with compulsion to expel the evil eye
You develop a notion:
Did I overdo it again?
Whatever makеs you hopeless
Aim for smallest modеsty
Imagine the danger of seeing positively
You'd hate to lose it all
I don't think you should say that
You never know who could hear you
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