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Hold tight

Be well

She's gotta be from Metairie

Night world hold, moonlight glow

Heave off

Roll low

It's thrilling me

Ain't killing me

Nighttime twice, daylight null

Lakeview pall, reaper's son

Will come and become

The sole keeper of a blood oath

We're on a death march in exile

Midnight

One plight

Gentilly breeze, there's sworn to be

Fires bright for evil one

Tempt, yes

Heel, no

Bring forth to thee, Chalmettian dreams

And royal tongues, embеllished suns

The Quarter pawns thе hellish son

Will come and become

The soul keeper of a blood oath

We're on a death march in exile

We're on a death march in exile

We're on a death march in exile

We're on a death march in exile