| Bring out your dead
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| A thousand carts, stacked with corpses
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| Night after night
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| Bound for their burial
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| Red crosses mark the doors
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| Of the sick and
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| And the dead
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| Abandoned by their families
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| Left for the pail
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| Fear of contagion
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| The streets are clot with rotting bodies
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| The living left
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| The towns of the dead and dying
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| Failing at moving from their foes
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| Can’t sit tonight
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| The sickness grows stronger
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| (All alone)
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| Delirium
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| (Yeah)
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| Haunted by the thoughts that fight us
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| (Plague dance)
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| They’re twitching again
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| (All doubt)
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| Exhausted bodies left with lifeless remains
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| Now dance into the streets
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| Where the dead go to die
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| Their weary hands
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| Wrought
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| Sick with flies
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| Black wings
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| Carry them away
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| In the darkness
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| With them, fly
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| These hopeless souls
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| There’s no hope for their lives
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| Catatonic redemption
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| The curse upon them
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| Bore the crawling lakes
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| Why this ceramic expression
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| Under a blackened sky
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| Wrapped in blood
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| And soaked in piss
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| Can’t sit tonight
|
| The sickness grows stronger
|
| (All alone)
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| Delirium
|
| (Yeah)
|
| Haunted by the thoughts that fight us
|
| (Plague dance)
|
| They’re twitching again
|
| (All doubt)
|
| Exhausted bodies left with lifeless remains
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| Now dance
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| Now dance
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| As if there’s nothing left
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| Blood pours
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| From all the souls that wept
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| Now dance
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| Once they fly away, the crying
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| Death until the morning light
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| They are the devils of the night
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| Now dance
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| Once they burn away, they’re dying
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| No surviving
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| Can’t sit tonight
|
| The sickness grows stronger
|
| (All alone)
|
| Delirium
|
| (Yeah)
|
| Haunted by the thoughts that fight us
|
| (Plague dance)
|
| They’re twitching again
|
| (All doubt)
|
| Exhausted bodies left with lifeless remains
|
| Now dance
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| As if there’s nothing left
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| Blood pours
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| For all the souls that wept |