Gather round my children
Listen now to what I say
You must never lend your trust to them
Or succumb to their vile ways
Heed my deathly warning
Or you will know their wrath
You must not wander, deviate
Or stray into their path
Gather round ye faithful
Hear my wretched tale of woe
Beware the serpent's evil tongue
The doom they reap, the horror they sow
Whispers gone, forgotten
The wicked winds will screech
Only when we're left destitute
Will they rest, I fear to preach
Beware
For they are demons
And they deserve no praise
And they are scoundrels
And evil renegades
For they are sinners
Stuck in their savage ways
Stuck in their ways
For they are liars
No honour in their throngs
And they are cheaters
All of their doings-wrongs
For they are dead men
And dead men sing no songs
Dead men sing no songs
Gather round my children
Shall your innocence remain
Pay attention to the signs you're shown
Grow stronger through your pain
Heed my deathly warning
Lest you know not what you do
To veer is to die by the hand of a fiend
Do not let them cloud your lucid view
Gather round ye faithful
As our time draws to a close
Remember the lessons I have taught to you
As the watcher in shadows knows
The monsters show no sympathy
As they tear away your life
Into the vast, empty pits of despair
A bitter loss in your final strife
Beware
For they are demons
And they deserve no praise
And they are scoundrels
And evil renegades
For they are sinners
Stuck in their savage ways
Stuck in their ways
For they are liars
No honour in their throngs
And they are cheaters
All of their doings-wrongs
For they are dead men
And dead men sing no songs
Dead men sing no songs
For they are demons
And they deserve no praise
And they are scoundrels
And evil renegades
For they are sinners
Stuck in their savage ways
Stuck in their ways
For they are liars
No honour in their throngs
And they are cheaters
All of their doings-wrongs
For they are dead men
And dead men sing no songs
Dead men sing no songs
They sing no songs
Dead men sing no songs
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Gather round my children
Listen now to what I say
You must never lend your trust to them
Or succumb to their vile ways
Heed my deathly warning
Or you will know their wrath
You must not wander, deviate
Or stray into their path
Gather round ye faithful
Hear my wretched tale of woe
Beware the serpent's evil tongue
The doom they reap, the horror they sow
Whispers gone, forgotten
The wicked winds will screech
Only when we're left destitute
Will they rest, I fear to preach
Beware
For they are demons
And they deserve no praise
And they are scoundrels
And evil renegades
For they are sinners
Stuck in their savage ways
Stuck in their ways
For they are liars
No honour in their throngs
And they are cheaters
All of their doings-wrongs
For they are dead men
And dead men sing no songs
Dead men sing no songs
Gather round my children
Shall your innocence remain
Pay attention to the signs you're shown
Grow stronger through your pain
Heed my deathly warning
Lest you know not what you do
To veer is to die by the hand of a fiend
Do not let them cloud your lucid view
Gather round ye faithful
As our time draws to a close
Remember the lessons I have taught to you
As the watcher in shadows knows
The monsters show no sympathy
As they tear away your life
Into the vast, empty pits of despair
A bitter loss in your final strife
Beware
For they are demons
And they deserve no praise
And they are scoundrels
And evil renegades
For they are sinners
Stuck in their savage ways
Stuck in their ways
For they are liars
No honour in their throngs
And they are cheaters
All of their doings-wrongs
For they are dead men
And dead men sing no songs
Dead men sing no songs
For they are demons
And they deserve no praise
And they are scoundrels
And evil renegades
For they are sinners
Stuck in their savage ways
Stuck in their ways
For they are liars
No honour in their throngs
And they are cheaters
All of their doings-wrongs
For they are dead men
And dead men sing no songs
Dead men sing no songs
They sing no songs
Dead men sing no songs
Listen now to what I say
You must never lend your trust to them
Or succumb to their vile ways
Heed my deathly warning
Or you will know their wrath
You must not wander, deviate
Or stray into their path
Gather round ye faithful
Hear my wretched tale of woe
Beware the serpent's evil tongue
The doom they reap, the horror they sow
Whispers gone, forgotten
The wicked winds will screech
Only when we're left destitute
Will they rest, I fear to preach
Beware
For they are demons
And they deserve no praise
And they are scoundrels
And evil renegades
For they are sinners
Stuck in their savage ways
Stuck in their ways
For they are liars
No honour in their throngs
And they are cheaters
All of their doings-wrongs
For they are dead men
And dead men sing no songs
Dead men sing no songs
Gather round my children
Shall your innocence remain
Pay attention to the signs you're shown
Grow stronger through your pain
Heed my deathly warning
Lest you know not what you do
To veer is to die by the hand of a fiend
Do not let them cloud your lucid view
Gather round ye faithful
As our time draws to a close
Remember the lessons I have taught to you
As the watcher in shadows knows
The monsters show no sympathy
As they tear away your life
Into the vast, empty pits of despair
A bitter loss in your final strife
Beware
For they are demons
And they deserve no praise
And they are scoundrels
And evil renegades
For they are sinners
Stuck in their savage ways
Stuck in their ways
For they are liars
No honour in their throngs
And they are cheaters
All of their doings-wrongs
For they are dead men
And dead men sing no songs
Dead men sing no songs
For they are demons
And they deserve no praise
And they are scoundrels
And evil renegades
For they are sinners
Stuck in their savage ways
Stuck in their ways
For they are liars
No honour in their throngs
And they are cheaters
All of their doings-wrongs
For they are dead men
And dead men sing no songs
Dead men sing no songs
They sing no songs
Dead men sing no songs
Writer: Manus Hopkins
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