| A soul lives in a dark place
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| in an unknown grave reserved for the damned
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| by the northern wall of the churchyard cemetary
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| in the place once known to some as «Hell's Corner»
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| where the air hangs with the dust of tombs
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| and the mounds seem to breathe
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| The place is cursed and all those
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| who are buried in this forsaken place
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| cannot be laid to rest
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| The souls of suicides and unbaptized children
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| who must go to the place
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| of wailing and gnashing of teeth
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| in the Outer Darkness
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| where the tears fall like rain
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| For at midnight’s toll the Evil One
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| will come to claim the souls of those
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| whose heads are pointed north
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| with their feet turned to Hell
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| And neither the angels nor the saints
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| will intercede on their behalf,
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| for God himself has turned away and
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| given them to Him
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| They are lost forever
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| for Heaven’s gates are closed
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| and Satan has their souls
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| Here the evil spirits prey upon the living
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| filling those passing by with gloom and sorrow
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| and as the sands of time obscure the names on the stones
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| their fates will be forgotten,
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| but their cursed souls remain
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| in unhallowed ground |