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a call of the dark and a jet-black sky |
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and a meeting with death |
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i follow the stars they lead me away |
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to the burial ground |
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i hear no sound this forsaken place |
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hasn't seen life in years |
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i glance around |
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time to prepare to perform the black arts |
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from death to dust to life |
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return to live again |
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i grant thee the way |
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awake! |
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uncover the graves |
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the night is thick yet the moon is high |
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i find the right name |
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i laugh as i dig for the slave shall be mine |
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from death to dust to life |
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return to live again |
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i grant thee the way |
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awake! |
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open the casket to meet my new meat |
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caress the body and greet cheek to cheek |
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pull up the corpse to proceed with my deed |
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a dry cough of dust as she come from beneath |
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the ritual's done i meet her embrace |
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two move as one we dance by the graves |
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in silence we pace |
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she holds me close |
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her grip is strong i find it hard to breathe |
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she smiles so sweet |
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her gratitude brings me to my knees |
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from death to dust to life |
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return to live again |
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i grant thee the way |
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from death to dust to life |
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return to live again |
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i grant thee the way |
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awake! |
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awake! |
