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Artists:

Seance


Albums:

Seance (The Church) · Seance (The Church) · Seance [Bonus CD] (The Church)


Hazy four o'clock shadows
Commence the seance
Nine lives on the spirits

'Til the desert suns prevail
In every scream eternal
Locks out boredom
Thunderous sound
At the unholy seance

Blistered eyes has no disguise
Bears witness to my fate
Golden morning helps me through
But may have come too late
Crystal ball, will hypnotize,
Look inside those demon eyes.

Paint the circle around the pentagram,
Cut the throat of the crying ram.

Seance.
Instill the body
So warm with every breath
Dance to a vision so seductive
Rain down upon me
Cleanses me with every drip
A seance you promised for
I have passed 
Through the gates of purgatory
Impurity is in this land a holy word
Midnight-seances to summon the dead
Infernal redeemer I invoke
love is a lie
Your love is a séance for my darkest side
All love is a lie
When the veins are ripe from tapping
And the wound is held from clotting up
I don't need a seance
I don't read grey lines
I signed it away, way long
I hate, slow songs

Oh yeah, I don't even care
Oh yeah, I go over there

My
I don't need a seance
I don't read grey lines
I signed it away
Way long
I hate, slow songs

whoa yeah,
I don't even care
Whoa yeah,
I go over there
Cry baby cry 
At twelve o'clock a meeting round the table
For a seance in the dark
Voices out of nowhere
Put on specially by the children for a lark
The secret of life
Children of the seance tell no lie

If you?d spoil it all
By turning on the lights and say
It?s only waste of my precious time
Playing
Flora, her daughter Monica and Toby, the mute servant boy, prepare their shabby apartment with tricks to be used during the evening's seance. Mr and Mrs
the cellar, abomination
Edge of your seat in anticipation

Reincarnation
Belief in a myth
Holding a seance
Is it the dead you're talking with?

This is
The seance has just been told,
The slaughter has just been sold,
To some people who won't get old,
Cause their skin is getting cold. 

The room
Summoned to the house of seance
To play the evil tarot cards
To find out what our fate will bring us
Before the war

Approaching now the hour
beltway, democracy's shackled hands
Séance that brought us together
Objects we move with our minds
Coat check and I lost the number
Short sleeves in
are fact and fiction's fiction

In isolation

Facts are fact and fiction's fiction

We called you at the seance
But only doubts appear
I thought
hard to trust to change

All I'm saying, all I'm saying, all I'm saying, all I'm saying
I'm missing you

Holding a seance
Speak with the dead
better
So cry baby cry.

At twelve o'clock a meeting round the table
For a seance in the dark
With voices out of nowhere
Put on specially by
better.
So cry baby cry.

At twelve o'clock a meeting round the table
For a seance in the dark
With voices out of nowhere
Put on specially by
Burning cross appears, symbolizing death
Black waters stir, a painful sight
Secret faces overarc the spheres
The wind groans, seance repeats
the night lifelessly numb to the tunnel of light. 

Now we will reach the medium channels a ghost. The seance 
Begins a presence enters it's host message
["Seances to summon (and communicate with) the dead"]

Welcome to the realm of the dead
Back to where they wish to be
Messages from another life
better.
So cry baby cry.

At twelve o'clock a meeting round the table
For a seance in the dark
With voices out of nowhere
Put on specially by
baby cry

Twelve o'clock a meeting 'round the table for a seance in the dark
With voices out of nowhere put on especially by the children for a lark
better
So cry baby cry

At twelve o'clock a meeting round the table
For a seance in the dark
With voices out of nowhere
Put on specially by

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