| Song | No Oath, No Spell |
| Artist | Murder by Death |
| Album | Bitter Drink, Bitter Moon |
| An old crow spoke to me, | |
| Must have lain limp, down the street. | |
| Said we're both tied to our own trees, | |
| Cut me loose, cut me loose. | |
| Saw the deer before it saw me, | |
| It didn't change anything. | |
| His glassy eyes showed me what's to come, | |
| Cut me loose, spare me from this. | |
| Little beast, are you as me? | |
| Left some teeth in your enemies | |
| We won't be broken, | |
| There's no curse we haven't spoken | |
| There is no oath, there is no spell | |
| To deliver us, to make us well. | |
| Old woman, tell me why did you lie… | |
| So long in your hospital bed | |
| With the spark gone from your eyes? | |
| We both know, there's nowhere to go, | |
| Let's cast off, you & | |
| I… Oh, grief, are you as me? | |
| Left some teeth buried in your enemies | |
| We won't be broken | |
| Theres no curse we haven't spoken | |
| There is no oath, there is no spell | |
| To deliver us, so help | |
| Cut me loose, | |
| I wish you well | |
| No oath, no spell… | |
| No prayer & no hell but the one we made. | |
| Let's cast off, turn tail. |
| An old crow spoke to me, | |
| Must have lain limp, down the street. | |
| Said we' re both tied to our own trees, | |
| Cut me loose, cut me loose. | |
| Saw the deer before it saw me, | |
| It didn' t change anything. | |
| His glassy eyes showed me what' s to come, | |
| Cut me loose, spare me from this. | |
| Little beast, are you as me? | |
| Left some teeth in your enemies | |
| We won' t be broken, | |
| There' s no curse we haven' t spoken | |
| There is no oath, there is no spell | |
| To deliver us, to make us well. | |
| Old woman, tell me why did you lie | |
| So long in your hospital bed | |
| With the spark gone from your eyes? | |
| We both know, there' s nowhere to go, | |
| Let' s cast off, you | |
| I Oh, grief, are you as me? | |
| Left some teeth buried in your enemies | |
| We won' t be broken | |
| Theres no curse we haven' t spoken | |
| There is no oath, there is no spell | |
| To deliver us, so help | |
| Cut me loose, | |
| I wish you well | |
| No oath, no spell | |
| No prayer no hell but the one we made. | |
| Let' s cast off, turn tail. |