| To the scene of action
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| He goes in with a frighten and scary sound
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| The sons of Garvey is a part
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| Of the life and his heart
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| He felt so good
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| Starts to rise as a god
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| But soon it must be a flood
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| They turn their faces to some different places
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| Looking for reaction
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| We turn the pages all around
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| And What do we find, close your eyes
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| Violence and fear, growing to be their career
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| We are frozen by
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| The sight of them all
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| Hope is gone last resort
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| We are frozen by The sight of them all
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| When they spread Sickness within themselves
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| Will you lose your breath when the curtain is closed
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| Walking down the streets of death
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| Left without any streak
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| Or the hope of the salvation
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| We are frozen by
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| The sight of them all
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| Hope is gone last resort
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| We are frozen by The sight of them all
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| When they spread Sickness within themselves
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| We are frozen by
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| The sight of them all
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| Hope is gone last resort
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| We are frozen by The sight of them all
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| When they spread Sickness within themselves
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| Frozen by
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| Frozen by
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| Freeeze |