Cloak And Dagger (Witchfynde)

Revenge is a friend of our men
Written in a letter that you sent
A dove, an angel will descend
Mercy from above lend a hand
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He steps down, delivers again

Bow to the candle
Wear the cloak and dagger
Bury the hatchet
Wear the cloak and dagger

The victim's now sick of life
Suicide, grips his knife
He's out of mind out of sight
There's nothing left for him to fight

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The lamb died, -

Bow to the candle
Wear the cloak and dagger
Marry the half-hatchet
Wear the cloak and dagger