| Cemetery gate, vanish in dark
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| Begging for help, to take her home
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| The look of the lost, her pale facade
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| Skin so cold, the resurrection
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| A chill in the air, cold winters grip
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| Alone in the night, beginning the Archer hike
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| Run away steel, struck from behind
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| Fled from the scene, left her for dead
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| She dressed in white
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| The allure of her beauty
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| She wanders the night
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| In the company of the resurrection
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| Cemetery gate, vanish in dark
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| Begging for help, to take her home
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| The look of the lost, her pale facade
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| Skin so cold, the resurrection
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| She walks alone searching for truth
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| Feeding on hate stalking her prey
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| Tormented life, refusal to leave
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| A tortured soul trapped on this earth
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| She dressed in white
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| The allure of her beauty
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| She wanders the night
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| In the company of the resurrection |