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Children... behold macabre vision |
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Your white and cold skin |
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Looks like they're made of wax |
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There's no life anymore |
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They don't mind... |
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Dead children... |
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Eyes fix the unknown |
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Frozen tears... |
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Beyond life-beyond grave |
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They call me again |
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Children-before they get rotten |
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On their little coffins |
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They go slowly to their grave |
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They don't mind... |
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The acid rain corroding my flesh-dead |
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Children... they're all mine |
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Their evil eyes look my terror |
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Their little cold hands take mine |
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But they don't want me to feel scared |
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The cemetery has became a big playground |
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Mother death embrace her children |
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You can hear them playing on the garden |
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They're all dead |
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[Solo: pepeu] |
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I'm telling you the last story |
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Their dreams don't mind anymore |
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While I sleep-I feel their presence |
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At night they call me again |
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I see their eyes watching me through the window |
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Covered by their white shrouds |
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Smiling at me through their dead lips |
