| There is a light, a flickering light
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| The eye in the sky is approaching
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| I fall into the well of taboo
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| In the maelstrom of morte, I am floating
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| I’m going down, deeper and down
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| The door to the other world is open
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| High court of the witch lord
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| I got the invitation
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| Curved blade of the doom sword
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| No room for hesitation
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| Like a lamb to the slaughter
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| I died in the Douaumant trenches
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| Did the Devil’s daughter
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| In the realm of superstition
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| Do I have to go where all the sinners burn?
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| It isn’t real, am I able to return?
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| I’m one out of thirteen
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| Got hit by a poisoned arrow
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| Three rusty daggers
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| The voice of the scarecrow
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| I’m trapped here by treason
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| And strangled in the blue light
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| Was shot for no reason
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| In the minefield of midnight
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| Do I have to go where all the sinners burn?
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| It is not for real, but am I able to return?
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| My funeral dreams
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| My funeral dreams
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| My funeral dreams
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| It’s dark, I’m blind, I’m trying to climb
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| Up from the holes into my head
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| In my dream, I stab and I scream
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| I’m dead without leaving my own bed
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| When I’m awake, I don’t recall
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| What I’ve been doing there at all
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| I don’t know what I’ve become
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| My mind is gone when I’m alone
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| My funeral dreams
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| My funeral dreams
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| My funeral dreams
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| My funeral dreams
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| My funeral dreams
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| My funeral dreams
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| My funeral dreams |