| Encased in shadows
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| So silently I’ve slept
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| Dreaming of the day
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| My needs haphazardly are met
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| I recall an ancient time
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| When I did rule this land
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| But by this godforsaken spell
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| The life I’d known was stripped right from these hands
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| In death I’m bound
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| Nailed to the ground
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| Stabbed through the heart
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| The only tender human part
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| Removal from my breast
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| The killing oaken stake
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| When this curse is broken
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| And these yellowed bones regenerate again
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| When this coffin steams so foul
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| Glowing with crimson light
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| Inhuman sweat shall stain the silk
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| As death returns to life
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| No, no pity tor the fool
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| Its fangs to he who stirs my slumber
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| Quenching an olden thirst
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| To rise once again unencumbered
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| I’ll live again
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| An incubus in human skin
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| Buried by time and dust
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| A most harrowed secret kept
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| Older than memory
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| Through history I’ve crept
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| Hidden the ancient world
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| Where vampires ruled the lands
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| But by man’s dreadful mortal schemes
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| They’ve captured us in purgatory’s dance
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| In death I’m bound
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| Nailed to the ground
|
| Stabbed through the heart
|
| The only tender human part
|
| In death I’m bound
|
| Nailed to the ground
|
| Right through the heart
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| What you’d call lore, it’s very real to me
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| Removal from my breast
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| The killing oaken stake
|
| When this curse is broken
|
| And these yellowed bones regenerate again
|
| When this coffin steams so foul
|
| Glowing with crimson light
|
| Inhuman sweat shall stain the silk
|
| As death returns to life |