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Up from the shadows |
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Of the cold pale future |
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Rising with |
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His scythe in his hands |
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Death comes reaping |
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The brother of sleep |
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It is the time |
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That this life ends |
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White fangs are flashing |
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And his eyes are red - gleaming |
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Grave icy words |
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Creeping from his mouth |
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No life withstands him |
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All the flesh withers grasslike |
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Every time |
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North, east, west, and south |
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None shall escape him |
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You may run |
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But can't hide |
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You're just running |
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To your own grave |
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Blood must be shed |
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Souls be freed from their bodies |
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Mortal life fades |
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And eternity's safe |
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Mistenshrouded |
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The cemetary lies |
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Nighthowls are calling |
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Their haunting tune |
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Don't fear the reaper |
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He's coming to take you |
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Greet the beyondworld |
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For death's coming soon |
