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Gallow's Eve    Hi Mike!    I like your song!    Your Friend,    Satan       Words and Music by Mike Larrew I had a dream last night the piper is awake a premonition he might be on his way once frozen in the ashes of a hasty retreat blood ran like water in the gutters of the street he rises from his bed and climbs his faithful steed he'll play the flute he won from his voodoo king the piper's anxious as he nears the gates of hell the trails growing cold and he can hear the yells of condemned, supposed wicked, cast upon the flames each and every one will suffer just the same the kinds and queens are lined up, pipers's praises they will sing dead peasants holding golden hearts don't seem to mean a thing I had a dream last night the piper was awake a premonition he might be on his way the faithful get their hopes up but they've heard all this before and the pain of misconception leaves them wanting something more I hate to be the one with wisdom for the wise but I've seen the future and the piper's sad demise watch the pretty blade fall «« back