| The cold wind comes slow and down
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| Bringin' a dark foggy night
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| Reborn from a distant past
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| The day of the live and dead
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| Killers will raise from the ground
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| Deformed faces, and damaged brains
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| The time has worked to create
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| The perfect machine of death
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| Rotten hands gonna squeeze your neck
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| Till your face turns to blue
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| From death they get back
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| Killing is just what they do
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| Deathraiser
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| When the dead returns to kill
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| There’ll be nowhere for you to run
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| When you see the cold eyes of death
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| Creatures that can’t be stopped
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| Rippin' you limb to limb
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| A sequence of bloody crimes
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| Dead bodies loosing energy
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| Kiling everyone till deform
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| This way they’ll be reborn
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| Suckn' your hot virgin blood
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| Breakin' you into fuckin' pieces
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| Gonna take your fuckin' life
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| But soon they’ll be back
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| Rotten hands gonna squeeze your neck
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| Till you face turns to blue
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| From death they get back
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| Killing is just what they do
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| Deathraiser
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| When the dead returns to kill |