| An eerie silence descends upon
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| Every graveyard and burial ground
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| A distant church striking midnight
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| Is the only living sound
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| The stillness of the nighttime air
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| Slowly fills with impending doom
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| As a mask of cloud rolls across the sky
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| To blot out the blood red moon
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| A cloak of mist creeps through crumbling walls
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| To carpet the graveyard floor
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| To encircle the disused chapels
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| And block up their rotting doors
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| It swirls around forgotten tombs
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| With obliterated names
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| While night shadows flit and dance between
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| The unattended graves
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| Cold chill of death is all around
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| Carried on the wings of hate
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| As an unseen hand forces open
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| The rusty cemetery gates
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| Burning resentment of the living
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| That’s aimed at all mankind
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| Feeds the anguish of the long dead souls
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| Lying in the ground
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| The time has come, the time is here
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| The entire world will see
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| The gates of hell have opened
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| Satan now walks free
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| The forgotten army lie beneath the earth
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| Await his siren call
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| The voice from within the deepest realm
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| Heard by one and all
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| Gravestones tilt and shudder
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| And slip below the ground
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| Marble pillars that have stood for years
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| Topple and come crashing down
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| Sealed tombs gape wide open
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| To lay bare the corpse inside
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| At the order of their master
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| They open their sightless eyes
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| The time has come, the time is here
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| The entire world will see
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| The gates of hell have opened
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| Satan now walks free
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| Forgotten army lie beneath the earth
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| Have answered the Clarion call
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| The being from within the deepest realm
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| He leads them one and all
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| As one they strive to move dead limbs
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| To walk the earth once more
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| Soldiers of the past are called to arms
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| Awakens them as before
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| Driven on by fake memory
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| Of injustice and the pain
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| A rotting hand breaks through the earth
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| To clutch the sky again |