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We are all born to die |
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In this game called living |
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The ghost of death raises his claws |
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And tears apart your energy |
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The wings of deaths will take your soul |
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Your body is an empty shell |
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The wings of death erase your life |
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You will fly in the night |
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The wings of death a black bird |
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The wings of death is your last escort |
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We are all born to die |
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Material things have no value |
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Everyone carries the mark of death |
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In the abyss of decacy |
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The wings of deaths will take your soul |
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Your body is an empty shell |
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The wings of death erase your life |
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You will fly in the night |
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The wings of death a black bird |
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The wings of death is your last escort |
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The wings of deaths will take your soul |
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Your body is an empty shell |
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The wings of death erase your life |
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You will fly in the night |
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The wings of death a black bird |
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The wings of death is your last escort |
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The wings of deaths will take your soul |
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Your body is an empty shell |
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The wings of death erase your life |
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You will fly in the night |
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The wings of death a black bird |
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The wings of death is your last escort |