| The blinded old magician wandered through the forest at night.
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| He spilled a magic elixir in the cemetery.
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| And he just said: What have I done old?
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| The corpses came to life - the earth was torn apart,
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| Everywhere crawled wildly raged
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| Throats were flogged, everything around was broken,
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| Rip your flesh.
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| People didn't like this place.
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| Because the bastards were buried here.
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| They all drank vodka
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| They were cursed.
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| Among the bastards was an artist,
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| In a leather coat - a dead anarchist.
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| He shouted Hoi!, Jaw off.
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| He led the corpses.
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| Furiously the dead broke into the village,
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| In the light of the lanterns, faces appeared.
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| Fought and to the full came off,
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| They went to smash houses.
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| People took axes and pitchforks -
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| Drive the dead into their graves.
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| But it wasn't strong enough
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| Don't kill corpses!
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| Among the bastards was an artist,
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| In a leather coat - a dead anarchist.
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| He shouted Hoi!, Jaw off.
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| He led the corpses.
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| There was a frozen fuck on my hand,
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| A pirate flag protruded from his pocket.
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| Zombies screamed all night: Hoi!
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| We are anarchists - the people are not evil!
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| What an obsession without warning
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| The lad was attacked, greatly frightened,
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| Laughed and pushed, the boy was forced
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| Pogo dance.
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| What is the urine of a woman squealing
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| And the peasants fled in panic.
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| The corpses died, came to life again,
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| Neighing after people.
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| Among the bastards was an artist,
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| In a leather coat - a dead anarchist.
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| He shouted Hoi!, Jaw off.
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| He led the corpses.
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| There was a frozen fuck on my hand,
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| A pirate flag protruded from his pocket.
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| Zombies screamed all night: Hoi!
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| We are anarchists - the people are not evil!
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| In life, the artist was cheerful
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| And he always liked to get drunk.
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| Morning helped the peasants -
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| The sun burned the corpses in half an hour.
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| But in the silence of the night
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| In the basement, someone barked:
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| Hoy! |