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A rake of claws against a mirror
Grazing pelts we all once wore
A kindling of a swordless bloodshed
The creaking of a voiceless door

Where does a mind like yours wonder?
When it's sung to sleep
Mind the clamours of the restless bidders
Before you choose to weep

And the Hound
Is humming you
A lie, a lullaby

Stuck in the middle of a forest made of
Flesh and bones and they're all scared of
A lost little boy who has lost his heart
Fear's not enough, they have to
Tear him apart

Follow the scent of iron sinking
Deeper into corpses rotting
But they can't hear you talk, talk, talk
About every little thing
Every little thing
Every

And the Hound
Is humming you
A lie, a lullaby

It clicks and it clatters in corners and borders
And they will never
Hear me here listen to croons and a calling
I'll tell them all the
Story, the sun, and the swallow, her sorrow
Singing me the tale of the Harpy and the Hare

And the Hound
Is humming you
A lie…

And the Hound
Is humming you
A lie, a lullaby

And the Hound
Hums
A lie, a lullaby
And the Hound
Hums
A lie, a lullaby
And the Hound is humming
And the Hound is howling
And the Hound is humming
You

And the Hound
(A lie, A lullaby)

And the Hound
Is humming you
A lie
A lullaby…

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