| As I’m released from the vidcioud grasp of a deadly coma
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| I feel this worthless life flush away as I accept my fate and lay deaf and a
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| cold on the slate releasing death’s aroma
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| I’m drifting towards the light
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| My spirit rides from its body
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| I’ve dinally reached the other side only to have my soul denied while it’s
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| disembodied
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| Condemned to purgatory elation draws over me in spite of grief
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| For we shall finally meet as specters claimed by mortality
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| And whether in dreams or reality, we shall we shall envy life posthumously
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| Welcome my brother
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| For we have crossed over to a dark realm of shadows and sorrow
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| A world where exists no tomorrow
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| Where those that still breathe shall be harrowed by the phantoms that be
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| So follow me into this plateau of horrors and we shall proclaim delusive victory
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| Our lives were not meant to be so in death we conquer defeat
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| By haunting the living unseen we shall share our misery
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| We’ll never cease to wander the shades of existence as restless apparition
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| And only in terror we’ll find ecstasy
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| On the purest mortal fears we shall feed, in spite of grief
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| For we shall finally meet as specters claimed by mortality
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| And whether in dreams or reality, we shall envy life posthumously
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| Welcome my brother
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| For we have crossed over to a dark realm of shadows and sorrow
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| A world where exists no tomorrow
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| Where those that still breathe shall be harrowed by the phantoms that be
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| So follow me into this plateau of horrors and we shall proclaim delusive victory |