| The cold walls surround the uncovered rotting bones
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| Chandeliers of skulls and forearms to the air they do decay
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| Structures of limbs line the ceiling of this infested tomb
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| Ruins of life lay dormant in their open graves
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| On the tablet it is carved
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| What you are, we once were
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| Now what we are you will become in the house of death
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| Bone engulfed the caskets in which more bodies lie
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| Still clutching the crucifix for protection
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| As they will enter the valley of death
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| Cries from the dead can still be heard
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| As Lucifer strikes at the soul
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| The small narrow line between the gates
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| That separates heaven from hell
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| What you are, we once were
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| A monument of life
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| Now what we are, you will become to live amongst the dead
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| No blood will flow, our bones will rot, we lie dormant in our graves
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| Decaying limbs collecting dust
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| The smell of death, stale odour lingers through the air
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| Uncovered tombs of rotting bones show us of our future
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| Time is here — prepare to die and live amongst dead
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| Our corpses will rot
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| No blood will flow in the house of death |