| priests gathered at the graves
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| No souls were saved, fooling
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| with the young man’s pain
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| the childs’mind had gone insane
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| born in heaven, raised in hell
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| an angel of death that never
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| fell, trapped in a world I never
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| made-I watch the sky turn black
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| and fade. |
| The scene of the crime
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| was empty-nothing left for you
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| to see, but you could hear the
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| sound of the bodies breaking the ground
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| plague of zombies run away-
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| remember hell came today-Scream,
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| scream and scream again-my days
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| of terror shall begin-. |
| In the
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| hills they beat a song of how
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| all was lost and — all was gone, see
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| the figures glowing in the night-shadows
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| dancing in flaming light. |