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Rise my trooprs rise again |
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Full of hope for another feast |
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Centuries has passed since you last |
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Tasted the sweet blood of the living |
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Better beware when daylight breaks |
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The spell of killing spree is reversed |
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So take your pick there is plenty for all |
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For one night we rule their domain |
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Out of our coffins out of our homes |
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We are driven by the instinct to feed |
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Driven by the most basic need |
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As the calls us we will rise |
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Rise from your tombs |
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Into the night |
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As black as your hearts |
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And now that you're back |
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Back from the grave |
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You wont be saved |
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Born a saint died in sin |
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So the holy one won't let us in |
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Soon to come our final feast |
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As our master calls the angels weep |
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Rise from your tombs |
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Into the night |
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As black as your hearts |
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And now that you're back |
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Back from the grave |
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You wont be saved |
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Soon another night has passed by |
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And our troops have grown stronger again |
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From the blood of the fortunate ones |
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That now join us eternally |
