Chords for Mordreds Song (GRAVE DIGGER)

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[D] Bows and knights and camels walk, and it's what's true.
[Bb] Three dead cities, taxed feet, too late for the know.
[D] Day by day the house starts to shake, waiting to grow.
[Bb] Day by day the house starts to shake, you're not going to [Am] know.
Falling down in all its black, long before the rain.
[G] _ Shackled from their wicked [Am] greed, with drunkenness in their [D] veins.
They shout out the anthem, well, the ruler of the night.
City for our days, city for our [Bb] nights.
People rush to sing the cry, people run the night.
[D] _ My head [C] wanders, we know the night.
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[D] And Matthew wears a black, no one realizes.
[Bb] His hair is cast in jute, his eyes in the haze.
[D] He can't catch the voice, so he starts to [Bb] mesmerize.
Camel rings and toots, they're running wild, I'm at the [Am] dice.
Walking down in royal black, longing for the rain.
[G] _ Shackled from their wicked [Am] greed, with drunkenness in their veins.
[D] They shout out the anthem, well, the ruler _ _
[Dm] of the night.
City for our days, city for our nights.
[Bb] People rush to sing the cry, people run the night.
[Dm] _ My head wanders, [C] we know the night.
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[D] Bow to my devil, I'm hell, I'm [Bb] broke.
Three dead cities, taxed feet, too late for the know.
[D] They bite their asses like flaming [Bb] arrows.
They bite and shat, your mouth [C] is gold.
[Am] While we shout, _ _ longing for the [G] rain.
_ From their wicked [Am] greed, with drunkenness in their veins.
[D] They shout out the anthem, _ _ well, the ruler of the night.
City for our days, city for our nights.
[Bb] People rush to sing the cry, people run the night.
[D] My head wanders, [C] we know the night.
[D] And Matthew wears a black, no one realizes. _
_ City for our days, city for our nights.
[Bb] People rush to sing the cry, people run the [D] night.
My head _ [C] wanders, we know the night.
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