Don't tell the tourist, our town is stained
With guilt and murder, haunted remains
I've seen the daughter of the man next door
I've heard her calling, singing tales of shame
We've got to rise up he bones
There's a girl under the water
I see her falling, held down with chains
He voice is calling, She still remains
you should fea the dead, they talk
You should fear the dead, they walk
I'm just here to let them talk
I'm just here to let them talk
We've got to raise up the bones
There's a girl under the water
By Aiakos Barada Nikto

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