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On this night of Nights, She's coming my way |
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Under this rain, dirty with agony and pain |
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Mistress of Doom, winner of all fights |
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My glance is reflected in the blade of the Scythe |
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A sparkling golden sickle |
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Mows down souls whistling in the air |
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Reddens little by little |
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The seas of life and mankinds lairs |
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A fall into the abyss |
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Deep into agony and pain |
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Spiral down to the anguish |
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It had been all in vain |
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Welcome, please join the fair of failures |
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Enter into the hall of pleasures |
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Righteous the act to kill |
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Wasn't it one of Gods wills? |
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Leave behind all the trails of winter |
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The time has come for me to go |
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The fear has gone, the storm is over |
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And there's someone at your door |
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Another name to be carved |
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For every slash of my blade |
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Until the day you find |
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The one reflected is your face |
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Come, taste blood, rust and terror |
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Come to the show with no restraint |
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-It's your time! |
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Mother of desperation |
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Death of thunder and rain |
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Sighs and tears are all in vain |
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Clad in a cloak of despair |
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She'll take you away |
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Welcome, please join the fair of failures |
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Enter into the hall of pleasures |
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Righteous the act to kill |
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Wasn't it one of Gods wills? |
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Leave behind all the trails of winter |
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The time has come for me to go |
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The fear has gone, the storm is over |
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And there's someone at your door |
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Hold your ground and watch your back |
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With the aim of remaining the last |
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I asked this night for a piece of advice |
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This time the Scythe won't fall, keep still! |
