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Tears wet the coffin dust |
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Mourning stains the wooden lid |
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Through the sadness and depression |
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I awake in the stone cold grave |
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Weird glow in the vault around me |
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A sense of freezing atmosphere |
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A coffin spirit of past remembrance |
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Howling at the moon in my memories |
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All around the cobwebs are silent |
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Even spiders have died so long ago |
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Void of life in hear is so definite |
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I exist but not to live again |
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In my death the omens were profound |
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Tongues that uttered curse and doom |
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Born under the |
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Master's spell |
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Hungry for the warmth that |
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I would spit on |
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Tears wet the coffin dust |
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Mourning stains the wooden lid |
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Through the sadness and depression |
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I awake in the stone cold grave |
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There is no life, no humanity |
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Nothing to keep me from suffering |
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Nothing to feed my burning soul with |
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Nothing to spill my hate upon |
