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Veni spiritus Satanas... |
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Necromantical screams |
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Only the mounds are deaf |
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But the glassy eyes behind the wood... |
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Freezin' breeze, last bell is mute |
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As I run thru night's fog |
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My feet lurch over the grave |
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Have 'em buried long ago |
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Still awake but without life? |
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Rustling leaves, I sweat in fear |
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I see a shape, no two, no three |
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Hollowed faces, pale and declined |
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Life is death... or is death life? |
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Soul is strong but flesh is weak |
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Laughin' is frozen and eyes are lumps |
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See the graveyard's church but the gates are closed |
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Walls are bleedin', cross gleamin' white |
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I've entreated death, he answered me |
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You entreated death, the answer will come... |
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Debris of faith, even the wisest is bad |
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Immortal morals, catched up with time |
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Vault of darkness, filled with hate |
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Deny life, evoke the dead |
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Procession of damnation, expulsion of light |
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Hazardous ways alone in the dark |
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Only the mounds are deaf... |
