| The spirits rise in the dead man’s tomb
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| Worlds deprived under his name
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| He rides above your city
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| And decides if to lay down his hand
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| Stories are told since the dawn of days
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| And when it’s your time remember his name
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| You hear the words
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| For the last time
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| You hear him cry
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| I am the messenger of Death
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| And I keep a ledger filled with wrath
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| For I am your messenger of Death
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| And I keep a ledger with all your names
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| When he was born his mother died
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| Fate said her words, the cruelest lie
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| The end is only a beginning
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| Through the flames and the feathers damned
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| From whence he came the dark divine
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| In the purest form Death is time
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| You say your words
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| One last time, and even then
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| You hear him cry
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| I am the messenger of Death
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| And I keep a ledger filled with wrath
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| For I am your messenger of Death
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| And I keep a ledger with all your names
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| I am the messenger of Death
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| And I keep a ledger filled with wrath
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| For I am your messenger of Death
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| And I keep a ledger with all your names |