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When the hour is struck, the dead will rise. |
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They'll dig up from below, they'll feed tonight. |
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Terror through the streets, hunting for the weak. |
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They shall reign supreme until we're all dead. |
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The skies are black with the plague of death. |
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You look upwards while you take your last breath. |
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You're one among the masses if the living dead, |
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You walk these streets, just to kill. |
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Now it's in your veins, |
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You're one among the mass of the living dead. |
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You walk these streets with no objective in mind, then to kill. |
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Now the hour has struck, the dead will rise. |
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They dig up from below, they'll feed tonight. |
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You will perish. |
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Viciously killing, spreading their disease. |
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The skies are black with the plague of death. |
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Buried beneath the blood. |
