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, embellished suns
The Quarter pawns the hellish son…
…(He) Will come and become
The soul keeper of a blood oath
(We’re) on a death march in exile
