Santa Muerte
In the shadows where the whispers dwell, Santa Muerte, got stories to tell, Life and death, dance in the moonlight, Holding tight, through the darkest of nights. Creeping through the alleys where the lost souls roam, Her bones wrapped in gold, she brings 'em home, With a heart of stone, but a touch so sweet, Guiding the broken, giving hope to the weak. (Verse 2) Candles flicker, as the prayers rise high, In her presence, even the toughest cry, Tattooed on my skin, her image so bold, A reminder that life is a story untold. From the streets of the city to the mountain peaks, She hears every secret, every word that speaks, In the game of survival, she's the queen of the night, Santa Muerte, my spirit, my light.
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In the shadows where the whispers dwell, Santa Muerte, got stories to tell, Life and death, dance in the moonlight, Holding tight, through the darkest of nights. Creeping through the alleys where the lost souls roam, Her bones wrapped in gold, she brings 'em home, With a heart of stone, but a touch so sweet, Guiding the broken, giving hope to the weak. (Verse 2) Candles flicker, as the prayers rise high, In her presence, even the toughest cry, Tattooed on my skin, her image so bold, A reminder that life is a story untold. From the streets of the city to the mountain peaks, She hears every secret, every word that speaks, In the game of survival, she's the queen of the night, Santa Muerte, my spirit, my light.