| On the other side of the shattered mirror
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| My world is dark
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| From the corner of my blood-red eye
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| Repulsive shadows breed
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| Grave mist swirls and black clouds harbor daggers
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| In this hallucinatory wasteland
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| I hear them crawl
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| Spawned from the pits of a sickening world
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| Coffin crawlers, coffin crawlers
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| Breath of the stench of the blackest soil
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| Coffin crawlers, coffin crawlers
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| Wormlike faces and filth encrusted hands
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| Headstone hiders, casket riders
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| Eyes like vomit stained clouded glass
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| Coffin crawlers, coffin crawlers
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| They open up wounds on the cast away dead
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| Leaning down with claws imbedded
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| Inhaling pure death from dessicated heads
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| Grotesquely twisted limbs
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| And wretched minds contort
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| Lifeless eyeballs are removed
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| With the dead unbeating heart
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| Spawned from the pits of a sickening world
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| Coffin crawlers, coffin crawlers
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| Breath of the stench of the blackest soil
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| Coffin crawlers, coffin crawlers
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| Worm like faces and filth encrusted hands
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| Headstone hiders, casket riders
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| Eyes like vomit stained clouded glass
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| Coffin crawlers, coffin crawlers
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| They’re crawling
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| Only I can see them
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| They want to eat my eyes
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| But I’ll take them out myself
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| Their feast will be denied |