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The churchbell of doom is tolling |
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The angel of death is near |
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The ghost with cowl and the sickle |
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Spreading terror and fear |
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He's taking your breath, |
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He's twisting your spine |
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He poisons your soul and |
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He poisons your mind |
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Grim reaper will gather in his seed |
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Blood will splatter his path |
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A phantom that's sealing your doom |
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The damned's foreboding of death |
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He's taking your breath, |
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He's twisting your spine |
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He poisons your soul and |
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He poisons your mind |
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Riding high on the black wings of death |
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Like a nightmare that choking your breath |
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Like the terror that blackens your soul |
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It's the dream where you fall on a six foot deep hole |
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The dice of life are falling |
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The weak and the poor will lose |
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The rich in their ivory towers |
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Can't fell that their head's in the noose |
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No chance to talk him round |
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The black death is spreading its wings |
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He's the Jonah of unbridled fear |
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The pain to beggars and kings |
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He's taking your breath, |
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He's twisting your spine |
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He poisons your soul and |
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He poisons your mind |
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Riding high on the black wings of death |
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Like a nightmare that choking your breath |
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Like the terror that blackens your soul |
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It's the dream where you fall on a six foot deep hole |
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Riding high on the black wings of death |
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Like a nightmare that choking your breath |
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Like the terror that blackens your soul |
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It's the dream where you fall on a six foot deep hole |
