He roams the stinking alleys
He steals, dead hand in hand
You'll be never waking
Dead sleep on his command
Dead sleep, dead sleep, dead sleep, dead sleep
A touch upon the cheek
Dead sleep, dead sleep, dead sleep, dead sleep
The black mark of the Thief
I see an inn, upon the road
To rest my wicked bones
First a meal and then an ale
Innkeeper, bring two more
He asks just what I guard so close
What is it that I hide
Oh if I, could just take back
These secrets I confide
Not just the hand of a dead man
But a killer, judged and tried
They hanged him up, till he was dead
Then they hacked him with a knife
The hand they took
It was the tool, the one that did the deed
It held the blade that soaked in blood
Was tossed out past the trees
Innkeeper sits so silent
Eyes locked upon the floor
He mutters low, never tell this tale
These words don’t pass these doors
The dried and pickled hand of a hanged murderer is a thing of great power
The flicker of the fire
Just shadows I can see
I take the stairs, but I still feel
That keeper's eyes on me
The rustle of the blankets
Just shadows I can see
I close my eyes, but I still feel
That keeper's eyes on me
Dead sleep, dead sleep, dead sleep, dead sleep
He roams the stinking alleys
Dead sleep, dead sleep, dead sleep, dead sleep
He steals, dead hand in hand
Dead sleep, dead sleep, dead sleep, dead sleep
You'll be never waking
Dead sleep, dead sleep, dead sleep, dead sleep
Dead sleep on his command
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