| Overhead the thunder cracked and roared
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| And when it ceased the deathlike silence
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| Chilled my marrow and bones
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| The need to feel dead was killing him
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| Like death itself
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| Evil is found in the earliest
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| Oldest and the most dreadful
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| Memories of humanity
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| Eternally feared by gods primitive men
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| Pale visions, death-pale they were all
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| Still cursed, haunted and alone
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| Killing woman, children and men
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| Sparing neither age nor sex
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| A place where reality is worthless
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| And all you want is to be left alone
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| They grind the land like corn
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| Showing no mercy
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| Spilling the blood like rain
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| Devouring their flesh and sucking
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| Dry their veins…
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| The undead leaves their graves
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| In misty transformations
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| You see half-visible bodies
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| Floating through the night
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| The ancient spirits of the underworld
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| All the trees were lifeless and dead
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| And there were no birds singing
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| The reign of man is over
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| Drained for all its powers
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| He saw their starving lips shake
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| With a horrid grin gaped wide
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| And the corpse lies on the cold hill side
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| His spirit is carried away
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| By the northwinds into eternity |