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The Dread Crew of Oddwood
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The Frenchman's Daughter
Instrumental Part.
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On a blue moonlit night, near a black salty bay, came the clatter of hooves down the road from the quay.
On a mare rode a man with a snarl on his lips, and upon his thick belt swung a gun from his hips.
His breath stank of meat and a slew of sour wines, which he wore on his shirt in dark blotches and lines.
But for this he cared not, just one thought gripped his mind, for tonight he was hunting - his daughter must die.
Shining black hair whipped through cold April night.
A girl, a boy, they flee for their lives.
To feel loving warmth from each other's embrace, they fly from a man filled with hate.
The Frenchman gripped tight to the reigns of his steed as he pictured in mind his abhorred misdeed.
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Despite drunken haze he knew just where to find the sailor who'd stolen his girl to call bride.
A pair of young bodies are lit by the stars as their hunter appears on the road from afar.
Moustaches curl as rank lips twist a grin, and a rifle is lifted from shoulder to chin.
In blue April night, just as love seems to shine, two bullets fly and cut short young lives.
Unblinking black eyes stare coldly upon dark blood drifting out in the brine.
Shining black hair whipped through cold April night.
A girl, a boy, they flee for their lives.
To feel loving warmth from each other's embrace, they fly from a man filled with hate.
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