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From the museum of sleep |
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Unliving eyes see death's subtle jest |
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In my sorrow they mourn the past |
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Yet celebrate their eternal rest |
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Relieving the worlds pain |
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In a church of misery |
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Dampening the lantern flame |
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Upon your bended knee |
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Painted skulls |
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Painted skulls |
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Warm and close the air runs hard |
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Around the loyal gravesite |
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Wailing moon in a putrid sky |
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Hungry and eager tonight |
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Our cries pierce their world |
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An invocation to mourn |
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Celebration, fete for fate |
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Of unearthly dead souls reborn |
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Like a slime trail of a slug |
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Transgress to the husk |
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Unburied souls in restful bliss |
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Bursting forth from crust |
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Stale the stench of arising souls |
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In ritual macabre |
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Drag you down infuse your mind |
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By blade or poisoned barb |
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Painted skulls |
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Painted skulls |
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The festival end now they sleep |
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Shrouds of pain another year |
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Return to their boneyard |
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We surviving ones await in fear |
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Mourning unsurpassed |
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To the bitter end |
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Broken dreams and broken lies |
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Painted skulls, the children cry |
