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She sweeps the doorstep, a well-used broom |
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Bring diseases and plague, the ultimate doom |
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By witchcraft of trolls she casts her spells |
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With curses from heaven and blessing from hell |
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With the unholy rain and the northern breeze |
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She curses the land with her broom-sweeps of disease |
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While beasts obey her commanding word |
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She sweeps mankind from the face of the earth |
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A damp air surround what's left |
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A faint touch of decay |
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A vast wreck yard is all that's left |
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Ruins of yesterday |
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Cultural monuments scattered |
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Metal Archives suxxx |
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Broken, crushed, betrayed |
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As the survivors rise and start again |
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Trying to find a way |
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Plague! The devil is amongst us |
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Plague! Demise! |
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Plague! Run and hide the youngsters |
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Plague! Sacrifice! |
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"I'll kill you all as winter is coming and summer starts to crawl" |
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She comes to town at the raven-dark night time |
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When everyone lies restlessly inside |
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Like a lonesome ghost she walks out there |
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With red glowing eyes and pitch black hair |
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Bubonic plague, we're rotting alive |
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We are all bleeding so deep inside |
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Run to the forest, hide in there |
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Let not this demon come you near, my dear! |
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And all that's left is ashes |
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All that's left is dust |
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But we rise and live again |
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Because we know we must |
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And all that's left is broken dreams |
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All that's left is death |
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But we rise and live again |
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Living with every breath |
