| A fallen angel
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| Broken inside
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| The old estate lies
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| Broken in time
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| Crawling maggots
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| Itching in your mind
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| Beneath the walls
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| The dead skin rise
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| Like a twister from a sky painted red
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| A tall dark shadow dancing with the dead
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| Don´t you fear to close your eyes
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| The worms are crawling, feeding beneath the ground
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| Your fear to leave the night
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| But the minister will watch over your soul
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| Enter the fortress
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| Lurking around
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| Will it ever happen
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| What we have found
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| Crawling maggots
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| Itching in your mind
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| Beneath the walls
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| The dead skin rise
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| Like an angel and a devil in red
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| Two tall dark shadows dancing with the dead
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| Don´t you fear to close your eyes
|
| The worms are crawling, feeding beneath the ground
|
| Your fear to leave the night
|
| But the minister will watch over your soul
|
| Don´t you fear to close your eyes
|
| The worms are crawling, feeding beneath the ground
|
| Don´t you fear to close your eyes
|
| The worms are crawling, feeding beneath the ground
|
| You fear to leave the night
|
| The worms are crawling, feeding beneath the ground
|
| But the minister will watch over your soul
|
| Crawling maggots
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| Itching in your mind
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| As a reminder
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| Of two of a kind
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| Like an angel and a devil in red
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| Two tall dark shadows dancing with the dead |