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This is BEN.) You lucky, lucky bastard. BRIAN What? BEN (with great bitterness) Proper little gaoler's pet, aren't we? BRIAN (ruffled) What do you
A cup that seethes like the Black blood of wolves His wife's dagger is hidden in her dress He drinks joyless to a dark sleep The gaoler bangs the iron
the part, he was a Jailbreaker Jailbreaker Final time, he showed the gaolers just how it was done He slipped his bonds before their eyes, by golly, they were
gaoler Enter the temple armoury We hold the ancient ghosts within Coursing with rage through boiling blood Writhing frenzied twisted visions Maniacal howls
I grew up thinking I was free But life sets snares so subtly That every day along the way I fill some gaoler's vacancy. My mother says I'll die
For Dark Gods dreamt too deep To heed Her pleas When Her gaolers were assailed With condemnations from a priest Who'd stammered rites In the dead
ended swiftly For Dark Gods dreamt too deep To heed Her pleas When Her gaolers were assailed With condemnations from a priest Who'd stammered rites In
Every night I pick the locks On that white Victorian box, Every night I pick the locks and the gaolers say... Some nights when I look through her window,
howlin' Night is my time The daytime is my prison and the light is my gaoler I struggle searching for the truth of my nature The day is an effort trhough
it was just on purpose A tear in the sea Will not make them fear A tear in the sea Will not heal idiocy Gaolers, prisoners are equal in front
And too long have we begged for the rapture, But our gaolers and captors wont grant us that. These skills from darkness learned, Fighting uphill against
and clear that morning! Palamon This Wall For Prisoners, Moon Rising And Grow In A Chumber Arrive. As Was His Wont, By Leave His Gaoler! More Pain, That
before you No road is safe I will give you more Power beyond Forget the price No longer bowed before your gaolers Wholesale slaughter must begin Be their
churn hells across the earth And reascend to seat himself... At the left hand ov Satan Be gaoler ov the living ...And ov the dead As it was in
move on, reincarnation stills its now perfected song, and at last we are free of the bonds of creation. All the jokers and gaolers, all the junkies
of shackles Filer of irons A Sheppard to gaolers A meal for the lions The lords and the gentlemen Bring silver to see The apprentice who sets himself free
Come on you faker Don't you turn your back on me I'm not your gaoler Fly away on your silver wings With your golden key Look out you loser I
more rest My soul upon that dazzling breast! let once again these aching arms be placed, the tender gaolers of your waist! And let me feel that worm
with them The Marshals come to visit our block If you cannot pay your rent, off to prison you'll be sent, where the gaolers entertain you in the stone
give me death or give me freedom But don’t you put no chains on me Go tell the gaoler break these shackles Tell the watchman turn your back Stoke
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