| Unlock then open the gate
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| For we are welcomed here
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| The cold, wet fog is thick
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| Upon this sacred ground
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| Embrace… of the Dead
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| Embrace… of the Dead
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| The cemetery is so dark
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| The candle light is so dim
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| The clouds have swallowed the moon
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| In tongues we chant our hymns
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| The plan 9 of unforgotten souls
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| Spiritual winds guide us into eternity
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| Come forth tonight at the stroke of 12
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| Dead forces of forgotten misery
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| Upon the stroke of 12
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| For we are not alone
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| For this knowledge we gain…
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| Incense is carried to… our god
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| (The desolate one) |