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King Diamond

Genres: Metal

Sending Of Dead Lyrics - King Diamond

Sun is setting, silence is all you hear 

 

David, getting really sick he is sweating like a pig 

The fevers got him now and Sarah's father dear 

The morning snack has put him on his back 

He should have stayed in bed, oh why didn't he? 

 

Sun is setting, silence is all you hear 

Salem, what's going on? 

 

Let me tell you a story, madame 

A secret about your land 

The reason for all this madness 

Let me tell you a story, madame 

The burial ground on your land 

Is a secret voodoo stand 

 

If you ever destroy this sacred place 

Legend says that you will die and never find your rest 

I'm telling the truth, oh yes, l am 

Lafayette the living can't feed the dead 

Then the dead will come for you, yeah 

 

You better hold your tongue now, Salem 

'Cause l don't believe in ghosts 

There is only one thing left to do now 

And that is sending of dead 

 

The four shadows are meeting again 

At the cemetery gates, darkness is a friend 

Midnight will soon be here 

Everything should be ready by now for sending of dead 

 

Place the image of Saint Expedit 

Upside down and around 

I hear, Doctor Le Croix speaking 

Let the ritual begin 

 

Almighty God, father of mine, come for Sarah Lafayette 

That she may be disappeared forever lost 

Saint Expedit, you are a saint and I'm a sinner 

I send you to find Sarah Lafayette 

 

Oh, rid me of her head and rid me of her soul 

Rid me of all her thoughts, rid me of her memory 

For this curse to work, Baron Samedi, Samedi, Samedi 

Send your blessing, so Sarah may be gone 

 

As if he was sent from the sky 

Baron Samedi creeps inside 

The doctor's body, speaking to Salem 

You must bring me a sacrifice 

You must come back before midnight 

 

Kneel before my cross, Salem is there 

He takes a handful of soil from each grave 

Of the dead he wants to send into Sarah 

Now quick, quick run back to the house 

The soil must lie where Sarah sleeps 

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