Voodoo child says, the answer lies with the dead The blind will lead the blind And night will give the blind man sight Wolves cry to the moon to align with tulum The crossroadthe devils door Drawing near the midnight hour The bones are rolled to tell the tale To cast aside the night They come to rest in this omened place To give the blind mans sight No star, no light No lore, this night The mountains of the moon Craggy heights from which to swoon Hand held eye can see the glory hour drawing near The bones are rolled to tell the tale To cast aside the night They come to rest in this omened place To give the blind mans sight No star, no light No lore, this night
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