paroles de chanson Five Points West of Hell - Ghostfire
                                                Stay 
                                                away 
                                                from 
                                                that 
                                                forsaken 
                                                place
 
                                    
                                
                                                Do 
                                                not 
                                                seek 
                                                it, 
                                                look 
                                                upon 
                                                its 
                                                face
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cold 
                                                men's 
                                                plunder, 
                                                cold 
                                                men's 
                                                coin
 
                                    
                                
                                                An 
                                                accursed 
                                                crew 
                                                you'd 
                                                never 
                                                wish 
                                                to 
                                                join
 
                                    
                                
                                                Don't 
                                                unfold 
                                                the 
                                                rotting 
                                                yellow 
                                                map
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                its 
                                                path 
                                                there 
                                                is 
                                                no 
                                                turning 
                                                back
 
                                    
                                
                                                Reach 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                bottle, 
                                                stow 
                                                away 
                                                the 
                                                fear
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                it 
                                                whispers 
                                                softly 
                                                'come 
                                                and 
                                                join 
                                                us 
                                                here'
 
                                    
                                
                                                Golden 
                                                treasure 
                                                glints 
                                                beneath 
                                                the 
                                                moon
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hear 
                                                it 
                                                murmer 
                                                'come 
                                                and 
                                                take 
                                                me 
                                                soon'
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                dry 
                                                bones 
                                                stir 
                                                and 
                                                dead 
                                                bones 
                                                crack
 
                                    
                                
                                                Make 
                                                all 
                                                haste 
                                                and 
                                                never 
                                                look 
                                                back
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                you 
                                                hear 
                                                    a 
                                                hollow 
                                                laugh
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                you 
                                                hear 
                                                    a 
                                                knocking 
                                                staff
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                you 
                                                hear 
                                                    a 
                                                jawbone 
                                                click
 
                                    
                                
                                                Take 
                                                to 
                                                your 
                                                toes 
                                                and 
                                                run 
                                                away 
                                                quick
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                the 
                                                sea 
                                                winds 
                                                start 
                                                to 
                                                rise 
                                                and 
                                                shriek
 
                                    
                                
                                                Phantom 
                                                fingers 
                                                brush 
                                                across 
                                                your 
                                                cheek
 
                                    
                                
                                                Throw 
                                                    a 
                                                few 
                                                more 
                                                logs 
                                                onto 
                                                the 
                                                stove
 
                                    
                                
                                                Turn 
                                                away 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                dead 
                                                man's 
                                                cove
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sail 
                                                away, 
                                                sail 
                                                away 
                                                before 
                                                the 
                                                darkness 
                                                falls
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sail 
                                                away, 
                                                sail 
                                                away 
                                                when 
                                                phantom 
                                                voices 
                                                call
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sail 
                                                away 
                                                when 
                                                withered 
                                                hands 
                                                reach 
                                                to 
                                                sound 
                                                the 
                                                bell
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                compass 
                                                says 
                                                we're 
                                                five 
                                                points 
                                                west 
                                                of 
                                                hell
 
                                    
                                
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