| A black cloud covers the night, I hear not a sound
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| I see not a light, Bodies on bodies
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| (so cold with) their empty eyes
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| Left unburied, waiting to be burned
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| Fire on the filthy death is the only light that I can see
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| No sign of life, just the smell of death
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| No sign of breath, the line of the dead
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| Death after death, impending demise
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| Fire after fire, unwelcome demise
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| Death after death, millions of bodies lie
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| Fire after fire, with hopeless cries
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| Invisible shadows everywhere
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| Raping and reaping the souls of millions
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| Millions of demises and hopeless cries
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| (With) their sharpened scythes, another dies
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| The filth once alive, left and shunned
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| Cold and silent, hunted and preyed
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| To the dark we’ll all be sent
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| Burn the funeral fire high
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| Burn it higher to the sky
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| Burn the funeral fire
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| Burn it up higher, as bright as the sun for which we yearn
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| Burn the funeral fire, burn!
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| Burn it higher till (their) return!
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| Burn the funeral fire, burn it up higher
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| But I know that I will wait for my turn
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| Why should I?
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| A Black cloud covers the night
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| I hear not a sound or see not a light
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| Bodies on bodies
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| (so cold with) their empty eyes
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| Left unburied, waiting to be burned
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| No more place to bury the sorrow
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| In our sight (only) the fear to follow
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| For us, the cursed, in this hell, there’ll be no tomorrow |