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Death is present the candle has burned out |
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The scythe is raised he's eager to reap |
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The extreme unction prepares for the last night |
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But God knows where you will rest |
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Dark are the veils of death |
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To sail the seas of eternal damnation |
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To cross the desert of woe and despair |
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Or drink the chalice of divine ambrosia |
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Your life will be put to the test |
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Dark are the veils of death |
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Enter the great adventure |
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Just wait and see |
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Heaven or hell will call you |
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Now when you spirit is free |
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Where can your salvation be |
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Now when your spirit is free |
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Where can your salvation be |
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Now when your spirit is free |
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Fading light disappearing night |
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Tells you darkness is to come |
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Ancient rites the death-mass itself |
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Has never revealed where you will go |
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You will enter realms where angels fear to tread |
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Open hidden door within your mind |
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Sail with Charon sail with destiny |
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Accept your death and make it your own choice |
