| Bury me deep in the blackest earth
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| drunken on maggots, home of thousand worms.
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| Nail me up into the blackest coffin
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| and bed me down into the deepest pit.
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| Shrouded I am waiting for me cold friends —
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| the final beasts.
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| You living off the lonely dead,
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| the moist and voluntary feast.
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| Sweet death, come kiss me softly
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| and please, please open the door for me.
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| It’s just another grateful dead,
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| so please, let me enter and stay.
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| Forever…
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| Pain and torment, do what you want with me,
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| oh, I don’t care, I don’t care.
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| I do no longer care…
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| Like ancient wraiths they seem to be,
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| the others come to welcome me.
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| Receive the new desciple in the dance of dread!
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| Soulless figures swaying to the beautiful
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| Sounds of Death…
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| Forever… |