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Strangely I hear a hundred voices.
they conquer my dreams at night.
my wooden door just won't swallow their sounds.

It starts like a mystic whisper as if the howl is on the air and then it swells and rushes and becomes a storm that spins truly

around around around (3x)

It´s the cold breeze that makes me thinking about what it was that it write away during all those gloomy nights and days

I open my eyes so slowly tiyng the face this ghost of mine but it just keeps on telling me your lies

spin, spin truly
around, around, around (3x)

And they tell me to sell my meat. I shall sell it. They tell me to sell my meat.

They tell me to sell my meat, they tell my to sell my flesh like a butcher.(6x)

They tell me to sell my meat,
yeah.

And they tell me to sell my meat. I shall sell it. They tell me to sell my meat.