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Worms |
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o conquering worms |
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deep in the reeking dirt |
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the horror, the pain |
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the shreak of the flesh |
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the loneliness of the grave |
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The shattering sound |
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of the cemetery bell |
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the silent mourners, and the cold rain as well |
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ashes to ashes, dust to dust |
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dead and forgotten, flesh foul and rotten |
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this grave has no tales to tell |
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O gruesome death, reaper |
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eyes darker than the deepest well |
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sinking deeper and deeper |
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surely all the way to hell |
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Bells, bells, ionfernal bells |
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in a cold black grave I lay |
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demons howl a crippled song, |
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of my flesh and its decay. |
