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Among the crypts and grey tombstones |
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The Spirits did appear |
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Where life escaped but not the souls |
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Mortally bound in fear |
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Their voice is like a whisper |
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Appearance brief and fey |
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Visions of holy sinners |
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Not seen by light of day |
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Spirits Of The Dead |
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Holy Fire |
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Burning the brain |
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Crossed with desire |
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Reincarnate |
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They stood before, here |
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Now laid to rest |
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Trapped by their own fear |
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To make The Quest |
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[CHORUS] |
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Spectres climbing through the mist |
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Where the mourners tread |
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Apparitions from the past |
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Eyes now orbs of red |
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They're Spirits Of The Dead |
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Born of The Fire |
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I have come |
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Unto The Fire |
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I shall return |
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Know well thy soul's path |
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Don't bar it's way |
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Hell has the last laugh |
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For those who stay |
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[CHORUS] |
