| A child with a message breaks the glow of day
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| «Another man is laid to rest! |
| Do you hear the death bell toll?»
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| Silent procession, a corpse carried to town
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| Buried by the blade of death
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| Another soul to the grave
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| «Taken by a creeping, veiled demon
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| He drives a scythe into their hearts
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| Men, they call him death
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| He who has defiled heaven and the earth."
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| «Peasant, or king, the beast has always slain
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| Thy heretic, his sacrifice, committed to demise
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| Villain, or page, all get buried the same
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| The serpentine is writhing, I saw it go that way!»
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| Death will posess you
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| In a world of hopeless sinners
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| To harps and loot I see them dance
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| For this devil scribes his word on every wall
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| «Heretic Sacrifice»
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| «Can he be so perilous a naive to meet?
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| Haunting the brothels, feasting on games of chance.»
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| He has taken every man, woman and child
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| Fearless our three
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| How soon they do forget
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| «Proceed, to the blighted village of sin
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| Seek out the demon street by street
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| Men, they call him death
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| He who has defiled heaven and the earth."
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| «Peasant, or king, the beast has always slain
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| Thy heretic, his sacrifice, committed to demise
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| Villain, or page, all get buried the same
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| The serpentine is writhing, I saw it go that way!»
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| «We shall slain this faithless vermin they call death
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| We will return
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| With stories of his end»
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| In a world of hopeless sinners, to harps and loot I see them dance
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| For this devil scribes his word on every wall
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| «Heretic Sacrifice»
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| «Peasant, or king, the beast has always slain
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| Thy heretic, his sacrifice, committed to demise
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| Villain, or page, all get buried the same
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| The serpentine is writhing, I saw it go that way!» |