| I travelled through the eyes of the Necroscope
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| Into the realm where marble tombs lay open
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| Where Death and Decay hold their thrones
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| And sorrow chants her funeral song
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| A weird sweet music fills the air
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| As shadow forms gather in circles
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| And it is nighttime, so cold, so dark
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| When spirits start their dance macabre
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| Ghostly dancers whirling around
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| Their lips move in silence
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| And there is death in their eyes
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| A young couple waltzes among the gravestones
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| (holding goblets of silver in their hands)
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| Together they drink as the music plays on
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| Together they die poisoned by their own hands
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| Beside a grey mausoleum
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| Two duellists fence with etherial blades
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| And as the sword pierces the heart
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| A misty veil enshrouds them both
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| A man whose faithless wife betrayed his love
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| Slays the unwary lovers onto their bed of lust
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| As a poet of unsound mind ends his damned being
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| Giving his life for the glory of the black art
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| Centuries of spectral agony and pain
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| Performed like a drama before my eyes
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| In the first light of day the spirits disappear
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| In a haze of ghostly mist shimmer away
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| Until the next time they replay their deaths |