| Moonlight softly covered the garden
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| Picked out a silvery glittering stone
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| No breeze to ruffle grass and leaves
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| No sound from the village to disturb the peace
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| Yabu he’s in meditation
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| And nearly banned his thought’s at all
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| Finally he can hear the scream
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| «Scream, scream for my lust!»
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| Heat crept up to his loins
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| His breathing grew heavy
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| He pays attention to what they say
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| Dawn will break soon
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| In the garden of pain
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| Silvery shines the moon
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| In the garden of pain
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| The scent of the ocean filled the air
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| Disturbed by the smell of burning flesh
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| The victim screams and Yabu moans
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| Inside the house his virgin was waiting
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| He heard no he saw
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| The man boiling alive
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| Slowly dying for him
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| You can feel it too
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| In the garden of pain |