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C'mon! |
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For many years of decadence they bleed, they die in the blaze of pain, |
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painfully painting waters by blood after midnight and no life. |
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Silent water smooth surface reflects a night from itself like a mirror in the darkness. |
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Night shadows fall on it, flaming dance, blackening like a coffin lid. |
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Graves are all around, on a lake, under it. It's filled up with tears and pain of the killed. |
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Sinister whisper draws in silence to mortify those who don't know about death. |
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Murders at midnight... silent scream's heard from underwater. |
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Throes, fire lights up their eyes to wreak one's anger. |
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Go towards death in pain, bleeding red in the night (the time to suffer has come). |
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Watching the slow death of others, all of you've already died. Nobody could survive. |
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Spirits of those who died, angry, rise above the graves, slaying with a sense of vast desire. |
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Bloody twilight of the past, it compels them to avenge themselves. The water turns a blood shade of red. |
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Another night of decadence, another corpse for living dead, |
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Another night of the touch of a scythe, another tear in the lake. |
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Go towards death in pain, bleeding red in the night (the time to suffer has come). |
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Watching the slow death of others, all of you've already died. Nobody could survive. |
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Spirits of those who died, angry, rise above the graves, slaying with a sense of vast desire. |
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Bloody twilight of the past, it compels them to avenge themselves. The water turns a blood shade of red |
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When the daylight dies in skies, midnight falls to the graves, the murderer calls, "come home". |
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There is no way back, the spirits thirst fresh blood, the scythe is near a neck. |
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Flesh is covered by deep slits; a wild scream pierces the silence, lil' by lil', hate disappears. |
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How much torments for one death? Gore for the sake of the corpse, how much anger to murder. |
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Bloodred and flayed, fast-flowing streams of blood from defunct. |
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Terror, blaze, wraithes wreak vengeance upon living. |
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(Dead wake up!) |
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