| Welcome, my son, to my kingdom of death
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| Welcome, my son, to where the wine is blood
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| Welcome, my son, to your final solemnity
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| Welcome, my son, to the end
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| All the people say it is dangerous
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| Searching Orpheus hideaways
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| That’s a funny lie — Those who could know about that
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| Cannot tell 'cause they’ve died here
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| In my universe
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| Where the wine is blood
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| And you’ll spin with the spider
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| I’m your dancing dead
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| Burn your bridges down
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| In my land of no return
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| You maybe ask what had opened up the door
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| A king of generic form called nemuritor
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| First I’ll bring you the gift of sweet sins you will inhale
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| Then will show you around in my garden of pales
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| Te salut, my friend, in my house of fears
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| Where the blood rains a river
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| Thanatophoric is my second name
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| It’s a shame you came sleepwalking in here
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| Where the wine is blood
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| And you’ll spin with the spider
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| I’m your dancing dead
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| Burn your bridges down
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| In my land of no return
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| Here’s the paler’s invitation
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| To your farewell consecration
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| Or another explanation
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| Blood donation
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| I’m a sinner — I’m a winner
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| A degenerated skinner
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| I will drink your blood for dinner
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| You’re an absolute beginner
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| I’m a gamer — an insaner
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| I’m the lonesome entertainer
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| In the god of Transylvania’s
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| Bloody mania
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| I will eat your flesh — I will drink your blood
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| I’m the tainted fleck in your neighborhood
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| And the sirens tell from a night in hell
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| Hear the requiem from the nightingales
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| Call me lunatic — kind of anemic
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| I will drive you sick with this hecksus stick
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| Hear my poem six — it’s my latest trick
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| Turn off the sunlight on the other side
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| Where the wine is blood
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| And you’ll spin with the spider
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| I’m your dancing dead
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| Burn your bridges down
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| In my land of no return |