| It is the dead, the dead indeed
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| Them to come closer in my dream
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| And yet is not clean yet
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| If am I speaking to the dead
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| The void is calling
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| Below the frozen sky
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| Death be the welcome
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| You hear the call and die
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| Past winds, tomorrow storms
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| Embrace the fires
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| The sacred dance with chaos
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| I spread the fear, now hell is here
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| My soul is pierced with venom’s spear
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| The void is calling
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| Below the frozen sky
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| Death be the welcome
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| You hear the call and die
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| I march in to the black
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| There’s no turning back
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| I watch the fires burn
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| I took the path of no return
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| I offer immolation
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| I bring this sacrifice
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| A soul sails to damnation
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| Disgraced and frozen eyes
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| What arms this hand?
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| Which power makes the stand?
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| Who is to make the call?
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| Either on feet or down to fall
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| I found this ancient form of evil
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| To stand above me like an eagle
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| Tear out my guts, the mouth shuts
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| What kind of curse reigns through these lands?
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| The void is calling
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| Below the frozen sky
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| Death be the welcome
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| You hear the call and die
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| What kind of curse reigns through these lands? |