| I have the right to spend my time
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| As I wish
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| You can go to a beach
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| While I fall into abyss
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| Holiday in a cemetery
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| With my silent friends
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| In the twisted atmosphere
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| Of necromantic pleasures
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| Open graves
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| Offered their treasures
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| Out of tune music of her funeral procession
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| Mortuary tray my only possession
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| Intoxicated
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| By all that is evil and wrong
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| High on the fumes
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| Ascending from a grave
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| I summon all the spirits that I fear
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| I summon the bringer of death to come here
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| In the name of he who was cast from the sky
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| I want to destroy everything that keeps this world alive
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| I need to feel the atmosphere of death
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| I need to inhale its air
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| Solitude among the stones
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| To lie down in death’s lair
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| Absence of life
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| Wordless silence
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| Friends long gone
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| Alone for hours
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| I haven’t been in heaven but I surely have been in hell
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| Still it’s so much more than what you have in the sewers where you dwell
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| Invite me to my funeral, all death is pure
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| Life is disease and suicide its only cure
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| Transfigurations among the tombs
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| Equal in death, superior in life, torn from wombs
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| Hate towards the living, love towards the dead
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| Necrophile, born to die, a connoisseur of dead |