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Chaos is growing in my tomb |
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Grave garments removed - dried maggots |
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Before me dances the ghoul, Belial |
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Rouse me from my sleep, wicked profane evil |
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Clawing at an old torch |
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Grim teeth biting bones - dancing on my grave |
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I am a shade in an old place |
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Rouse my morbid ancient spirit |
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Lead me to a strange throne |
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Demon dancers thin and black |
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Spinal spikes and claws |
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Eyes red as embers |
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Cold foul stench |
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Black Metal symphony |
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Strike my skull with blood |
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In my claw place a sword |
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Medieval evil |
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Fire and wickedness |
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They shall fear the growing plague |
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Return of Black Death |
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Revolt in pestilence |
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Disturbed ancient rest |
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Lead me into this mouth of hell |
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Deep below the crypt |
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Words of power uttered |
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In a loud of ageless dust |
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Curses cast upon the false |
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Hatred spanning the centuries |
