| Curse you, to the fires
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| They let you die upon your throne
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| Immortal spirits, bathed in flames
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| Now assemble at your grave
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| To feast upon your soul
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| You burn, in the kingdom of fire
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| Never to rise again
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| Death released you from your flesh
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| A devil’s promenade, celebratory evils
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| I’ll dine upon your blood
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| The candles burn dim, with the draught of deaths air
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| Your women escort me in my waltz
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| I tender no symphathy
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| A solemn tear evokes my rage
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| Blessed crys fall hush upon my ears
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| Life’s destroyer knows no age
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| To feast upon your soul
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| You burn, in the kingdom of fire
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| Never to rise again
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| Death released you from your flesh
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| A fortune of gold, lying before me
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| At dawn I go from here
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| With no one left to follow
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| Many lands to hide
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| I’ll vanish through the door of time
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| Kneel before me
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| Sit down at my side
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| Dine with a self made king
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| A toast to those who have crossed my path
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| I am the evil they have feared
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| Left in my wake, I punish the mourning
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| Tonight I dine in gods jealous eyes
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| My fist in gold, and whore at my side
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| For I am unstoppable, I will not stray
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| Until I have all that I desire |