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The little bell echoes |
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the great bell groans |
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this templed city of tombs |
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where death and grief blooms |
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fiendish desires in human form, leather clad |
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black is the veil, streaming in the wind |
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stilleto heels clicking up the cemetary gates |
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death among the dead, haunting masoleums |
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all this death, oh, joyful sight |
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naked on a table of stone |
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juices dripping from the wet chaste |
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exitement of fear and death, it's to me so dear |
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death life, life as dead and the sharpness of the shrieks |
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the licking tongues of fire, lustful and crushing |
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funeral bitch, the urge is so strong |
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funeral bitch, the night is so long |