| Gray strands, bone fingers
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| I'll leave quietly, there's no need for applause
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| I noticed someone's shadow out of the corner of my eye
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| Her sharp braid flickers somewhere nearby
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| Waiting for the apocalypse, maybe blindly believing
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| In empty eyes the number of the beast is hidden, fear is lost
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| May her wrath be shed on the planet
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| And it doesn't hurt me anymore to see all this
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| Torture my soul, our cycle is complete
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| Take my body 'cause I'm empty
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| Crucified scarecrow, the seam bleeds
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| Waiting for a bony figure at the last show
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| Torture my soul, our cycle is complete
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| Take my body 'cause I'm empty
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| Crucified scarecrow, the seam bleeds
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| Waiting for a bony figure at the last show
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| Her bones are blown by the wind
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| To this day, I have never treated death like that.
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| I fall asleep alone in a huge crypt
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| I smoke in tears, cold ash flies to the floor
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| I reproach myself on that day, the nights were so blind
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| What the hell? |
| and who would have thought
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| That she will come early and so ridiculous
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| Young Varg, a knife flickers behind the belt
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| My dope is on the scale, don't touch anything
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| Their blood will be washed away without a trace by heavy rain
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| My coffin is wet, I feel trembling
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| Torment my soul our cycle is complete
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| Take my body because I'm empty
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| The crucified scarecrow bleeds the seam
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| Waiting for a bony figure at the last show
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| Torment my soul our cycle is complete
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| Take my body because I'm empty
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| The crucified scarecrow bleeds the seam
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| Waiting for a bony figure at the last show |