| Deep in the dungeons of doom and despair
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| Sneak to a place in the dark
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| Eke out a living you can stay alive
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| Better pay heed what I say
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| Cleft of the rocks are too small to escape
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| No daylight in my grey world
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| There is no torch, no candle, no view
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| To see moon and landscape my mate
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| Pestilence
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| In the dungeons of doom
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| Of cold ashes and coom
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| Where rags can’t keep warm
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| One last glance
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| To the dungeons of doom
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| I’ll decay in the ruins
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| Burn off my disease
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| Pestilence
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| In the dungeons of doom
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| Of cold ashes and coom
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| Where rags can’t keep warm
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| Trembling in the ruins of despair
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| Death came as my release
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| Who put me out of my misery
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| There is no way to survive
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| Verminous food you can’t even relish
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| Don’t want to be buried alive
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| A virus corroded my body and soul
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| Let me go to devils hollow
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| My temple is burning always yearn to die
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| Get rid of my sorrow |