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Overhead the thunder cracked and roared |
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And when it ceased the deathlike silence |
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Chilled my marrow and bones |
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The need to feel dead was killing him |
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Like death itself |
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Evil is found in the earliest |
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Oldest and the most dreadful |
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Memories of humanity |
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Eternally feared by gods primitive men |
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Pale visions, death-pale they were all |
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Still cursed, haunted and alone |
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Killing woman, children and men |
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Sparing neither age nor sex |
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A place where reality is worthless |
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And all you want is to be left alone |
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They grind the land like corn |
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Showing no mercy |
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Spilling the blood like rain |
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Devouring their flesh and sucking |
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Dry their veins... |
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The undead leaves their graves |
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In misty transformations |
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You see half-visible bodies |
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Floating through the night |
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The ancient spirits of the underworld |
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[REPEAT VERSE 1] |
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All the trees were lifeless and dead |
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And there were no birds singing |
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The reign of man is over |
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Drained for all its powers |
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He saw their starving lips shake |
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With a horrid grin gaped wide |
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And the corpse lies on the cold hill side |
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His spirit is carried away |
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By the northwinds into eternity |