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Fall from upon that cross |
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That noose around your neck binds tightly |
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Swing from that rope of death |
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All angel's song is what your mouth sings |
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Hear the death call, it sings it's song for you |
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Taste the rotten stench, of blood and poisoned fruit |
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Cry from the pain you feel, it's how it has to be |
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Death is the only way in which the living see |
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Ask the dying, it is the only way |
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Ask the dying, hear what they say |
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Ask the dying, there is no other way |
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Ask the dying, don't take the time to pray |
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Fall from upon that cross |
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To which your hands are nailed |
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Swing from that rope of death |
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Until there is no life left. |
