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Every time this year |
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this dark fog will appear |
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up from the tombs it comes |
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to take one more life that |
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can be near. |
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In the middle of transylvania |
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All natural life has for a long |
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time ago gone, its thin and so |
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beautyful but also so dark and |
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mysterious. |
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Once again the priest is messing |
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may the god bless us all. |
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The fog is here again |
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that'll complete this funeral. |
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From a place empty of life. |
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Only dead trees are growing hear |
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as it comes from a far |
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Only dead treas are growing hear |
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............Funeral Fog |
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............Funeral Fog |
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............Funeral Fog |
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............Funeral Fog |
