| In a small town so far away
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| There where believe is lost
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| An old curse, keeps dead alive
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| And the devil rules there
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| At this place all hope is gone
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| And darkness surrounds everything
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| An old curse of a burned witch
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| Turns life into death
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| Welcome to the city of the dead
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| Please welcome to the city of the dead
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| Welcome to the city of the dead
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| Please welcome to the city of the dead
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| An old curse keeps dead alive
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| And evil spirits haunting around
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| When the bell chimes twelve
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| Dead people rise from their graves
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| The devil rules at this unholy place
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| Fear and horror are his companions
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| The ruins of an old church are the signs of his victory
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| Welcome to the city of the dead
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| Please welcome to the city of the dead
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| Welcome to the city of the dead
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| Please welcome to the city of the dead |