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Evan City Nightlife
03:36
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Apocalypse Love Story
02:55
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We met long ago, I swear I loved you then and there; When you returned affection my life was lifted from despair; Finally to marry but our vows were never said; Our perfect little day became the Wedding of the Living Dead; One by one our guests became victims of the Cursed; Others will be eaten before I finish with this verse; I jumped up off the alter when our priest was ripped in half; I thought that you were safe til I saw the bite mark on your calf; Eat my brains but spare my heart; I finally see the irony in 'Til Death Do Us Part; You'll probably bite my face if I kiss your rotting lips; But that's the price of love in a Zombie Apocalypse; There aren't too many of us left who remember the good times well; All you need is love to make some heaven out of hell; Your bright eyes have darkened, your fair skin’s gone cold; As long as you don't eat me babe I'm yours until we’re old; Eat my brains but spare my heart; I finally see the irony in 'Til Death Do Us Part; You'll probably bite my face if I kiss your rotting lips; But that's the price of love in a Zombie Apocalypse
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Motherless Form
02:56
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Vultures overhead, jackals behind; Not quite dead, not quite alive; Rotten teeth speak a rotten soul; Skin so pale, eyes dark as coal; Twisted smile hides a twisted mind; Evil runs so deep I'm a true one of a kind; Tread this earth, a trodden exile; Movements unseen, my image too vile; Call me a monster, call me a fiend; Raise up those pitchforks and point them at me; A nightmare born from your dreams; You keep me hidden from society's eye; But I'll always be here lurking behind; Unholy flesh protects an unholy heart; My very being is the devil's art; Human greed for human incarnation; Blasphemy chemistry but man's creation; Abandoned at birth but denied being born; Not love but obsession, has made this motherless form; Call me a monster, call me a fiend; Raise up those pitchforks and point them at me; A nightmare born from your dreams
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Waltz D'Amore
03:13
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'Til Undeath Do Us Part
04:20
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Do you see me in these sunken eyes? Do you hear my voiceless soul inside? Trapped in this rotting cell; Between dead and dying I forever dwell; These rags that were my wedding dress; Are all the past that I have left; While no heart beats beneath these clothes; My hunger for you grows and grows; The dusk of the living has brought the dawn of the dead; We promised to join our hearts, I'd rather eat yours instead; Come close to me now my love I will give you one last kiss; And forever we can be in this Zombie Apocalypse; We walk together now in this nightmare; Bound by this undying love we share; We were robbed of our wedding night so I think it's fair: We join unholy matrimony post-mortem pair ; Do you see me in these sunken eyes? Do you hear my voiceless soul inside? Trapped in this rotting cell; Between dead and dying I forever dwell; These rags that were my wedding dress; All the past that I have left; While no heart beats beneath these clothes; My hunger for you grows and grows; I’m not the beauty from our past; Pretty things aren’t meant to last; A love like ours can never die; Will you take this monster as your bride? The dusk of the living has brought the dawn of the dead; We promised to join our hearts, I'd rather eat yours instead; Come close to me now my love I will give you one last kiss; And forever we can be in this Zombie Apocalypse
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Cemetery of Our Dreams
05:29
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My friends I wish I had a better end to the tale I've shared with you; Now the darkness has prevailed and the sun is setting too; My exile grows and I know it's mankind's final cue; But I can still be with my love in this nightmare come true; Is my humanity too great a cost to be with the one I love? A monster’s touch is all it takes to end this pain I speak of; Don't be mistaken it’s not suicide; It's a small sacrifice to my bride; In sickness or health, to be poor or have wealth I must die; No human life I've seen for days; just bodies rising from their graves; I'm tired from running away; I guess it's eat or be eaten as they say… My friends here is the final end to the tale I've shared with you; Now the darkness has prevailed and the sun is setting too; This cursed vow I'll make to you, will prove my love is true; Rotten hand in hand we'll stand Undead Bride and Groom; Now the full moon beams over the Cemetery Of Our Dreams; This cursed vow I'll make to you, will prove my love is true; Rotten hand in hand we'll stand Undead Bride and Groom; No human life I've seen for days; Just bodies rising from their graves; I'm tired from running away; I guess it's eat or be eaten as they say… Now the full moon now beams over the Cemetery Of Our Dreams
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7. |
All of Me
02:30
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The Night Hobs
The Night Hobs are a recording collective and live performance group.
The Night Hobs
Are:
Richard Boyce – Vocals, Guitars
Charlie Bennett – Cello, Strings
Josh Cruz – Basses, Vocals, Recording Engineer.
The Night Hob are a race of nocturnal humanoids from Fantasia that reside in the Southern regions. They have sharp features, wild hair and wear drab clothing.
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