| Death must be a cold place
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| But anything is better this
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| So off you go loved one
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| Godspeed, you won’t be forgotten
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| To ascend a mountain slowly
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| For I will do
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| What is right
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| I will thus end
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| The distress
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| And we’ll all be
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| We’ll be saved
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| We will all be
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| Saved from the suffering
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| Lingchi, ascending the mountain slowly
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| Lingchi, death by a thousand cuts
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| Lingchi, tied to a wooden frame
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| Lingchi
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| Lingchi, begin by putting out the eyes
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| Lingchi, three thousand incisions
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| Lingchi, genitals, ears, nose, tongue
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| Lingchi
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| Ascending the mountain slowly
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| Three days of cutting
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| Lingchi, opium to keep from fainting
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| Lingchi, to amplify the suffering
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| Lingchi, desecrated body in afterlife
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| Lingchi
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| Lingchi, separating the flesh from the bones
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| Lingchi, waiting for the decapitation
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| Lingchi, cuts leading to bliss
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| Lingchi
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| Ascending the mountain slowly
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| Three days of cutting |