| Of a bird black as pitch
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| A raven of death, another one of the intestines removed
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| The shadowy gloom thickens, can you feel
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| The call of the witch?
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| The seas begin to roll, the earth begins to move
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| I turn the torch of life down against the dark soil
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| I taste the wine of death and my blood starts to boil
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| I quench the flame and the sky turns to night
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| I float in the absence of light
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| The sweetness of dead, no misery nor woe
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| We belong dead, dead where we are to go
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| A cursed land, the wolven father’s seat
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| Where the Devil and his children
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| Still walk with earthly feet
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| This Velvet Blackness
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| There is a poison in my blood, in my soul
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| This Velvet Blackness
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| There is a poison in my heart, in my soul
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| Behold the pendulum’s begun to swing
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| The reek of Death appearing, the darkness moving in
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| I see the night is coming, it’s carried by the wind
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| A darkened sky before me, my monument of sin
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| This Velvet Blackness
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| There is a poison in my blood, in my soul
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| Come put your sweet disease in me
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| Now burn in me, scourge the insides of me!
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| Boiling Black Blood
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| Dissolving Black Blood
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| Boiling Black Blood
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| Coagulate Black Blood |