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advocate tha chronicle - turned lyrics

intro

(blackula)
i don’t know what i believe anymore
but help me, and i’ll try to understand
we… are of the lbani tribe, you and i
northeast of the niger delta
our people are renowned as hunters
almost two centuries ago
the ruling elders of my people
sent me, yes, and my bride to europe
on a mission to protest the slave trade
the slave trade?
on that mission, i myself was enslaved, my wife murdered
and i was placed under the curse of the undead
our assassin was the vampire count dracula
count dracula is a myth
+ he wasn’t real. + oh, yes, he was real…
as real as i am now

hook
oh am turned am turned am turned
on my own i’ve been alone
oh am turned am turned am turned
met my clone his sins atoned

verse one
yeah i wonder at the dawn of time
was it promised that man be born to die
or the province earth made and grown & divine
and the solace felt is the th+rn of life
for the novice breath is the scorn of might
adorned crypt laid the relic of known priest
all his conflict buried under concrete
and his ordeal relishing a cursed zeal
ghost feel scriven in his lost will
engrossed with written from a lost myth
i live lavishly like everything is carnal life
i let vanity promise me eternal light
sanctity adrifted in fraternal lie
travesty stayed awoke nocturnal night
chained slavery we’ve embraced a vernile life
passively surrendering our final rights
drastically extinguished external sight

pre hook
scripted by the hands of the fairest one
words wouldn’t fail this time
hinted in the gaze of the nearest one
thoughts never left behind
hook
oh am turned am turned am turned
on my own i’ve been alone
oh am turned am turned am turned
met my clone his sins atoned

verse two
he was dubbed a sinner of the fairest height
in the whisper of the careless night
got blistered on a bareless hide
now whisker on his hairless side
his crystal on the darkest night
untamed mild ashes turned flame
own bane high gnashes all blame
thoughts waned now clashes with an old claim
hold sane in flashes it could turn fame
who would cry for us all
coz we could die young & cold
euthanized by the sword
bid goodbye to the world
lullaby to my soul
you decide if its both

pre hook
scripted by the hands of the fairest one
words wouldn’t fail this time
hinted in the gaze of the nearest one
thoughts never left behind

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