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In the night... when the stars sing litany of horror |
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I raise the chalice... full of blood to the dark moon that announces the death |
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In the dismal smiles... by the rotten mouth, painted eyes like a black pitch |
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A shout rises from beyond... from beyond "the death is near... the death has arrived" |
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The singer with its tormented voice sings hymns of pain... pain... |
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The mad painter and its brush paints walls and windows black |
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Flowers fade... as she'd pass... when the bells over the ancient church ring midnight... |
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Strange figures rise from the fog... |
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Like a funeral party... the children plays with old buried skulls... |
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The clown that never smiles kisses the woman with two heads |
