| Thrust into black, whirling deep locomotion
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| Crushed under stone and rubble demolition
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| Raw nerves collide under dark premonitions
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| Home is a tomb of black smoke burning coffins, yeah
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| And i’m feeling today so lost and strange
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| The fields of death are along the way
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| And i know that the dead are all i have
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| Wrapped in dirt, under the ground, under this earth
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| You will find the casket empty after midnight
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| A madman at your door in the morning of tomorrow
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| The shadows speak, the candles wave when no one’s there
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| My murdered life, the ravens fly, and i am alone and nobody cares
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| And i’m feeling today so lost and strange
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| The fields of death are along the way
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| And i know that the dead are all i have
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| Wrapped in dirt, under the ground, under this earth
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| Fear in his heart that drove the madness
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| Putrid, decay, grinning maggots
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| Life that fades away from twisted bodies
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| A corpse of blue ooze from the coffin
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| And i’m feeling today so lost and strange
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| The fields of death are along the way
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| And i know that the dead are all i have
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| Wrapped in dirt, under the ground, under this earth |