| Moonlight shadows drifting across the menacing sky
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| Plague-ridden with dark secrets of the night
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| An awakening of ill-omened life
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| A shudder of horrified fear will haunt your dreams
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| The witching hour draws near, dismalsomber screams
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| A kiss of death in the full moon light, phantom souls will walk the land
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| Ghouls of rotten misanthropic flesh, as the ominous darkness descend
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| This is where the damned corpses rest, trapped in aghast-purgatory
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| An incubation place for evil
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| Buried and forgotten on unholy ground
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| Their sins of evil are still roaming around
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| Sepulchral screams from the stony chambers, undead creatures of doom
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| Spirits that never really left the mortal soil, because they died too soon
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| They are still returning, they will never find peace
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| In search for the life they lost so tragically
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| Full of anger, driven by hate
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| The pain that they suffer has turned into rage |