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Fly away home, the enchanter is near. His sweet bells will ring, but have you no fear. Night will ensue; it's presence draw nigh. Oh what sweet, a blessing to die! Hear the trembling, ever soft cry. The time has come, bid your likeness goodbye Soft! Hear my cry, Death's presence draw nigh. Oh what sweet a blessing to die! Course, the waters black as coal. Entice and trap this useless soul. Its life is fragile, drowned in the light. Erase its pain in the mem'ry of night Night come to me, draw darkness nigh. Oh what sweet, a blessing to die! First the toll to bind you well! Hold fast to your soul or be drug down to hell Water