| of the devil who darkened his holy soul
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| Return for the way to save her
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| Gaining power by the corpses he wakes
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| Blood is flowing while hope is growing
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| Reason and faith fade away
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| He lives his nights like his days
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| Graveyards are quickly empty
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| But the undead are ugly
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| Might of a God, for playing with Death
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| Curse of doom love, is such a madness
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| There’s always some hope, Lord, send me a sign
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| Her soul may be lost, but love never dies
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| Flesh, bones and movement but no trace of soul
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| He could have managed to rule all the world
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| Love blinds his mind, he wants her by his side
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| Now’s the time to try to reopen her eyes
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| There’s always some hope, Lord, send me a sign
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| Her soul may be lost, but love never dies
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| Trading a life, some useful sacrifice
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| Trusting the fire can turn hope in ice
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| From every crypt, every tomb, quakes this dark fury
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| The gate of shadows are now opened
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| All the undead running towards their master
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| This hopeless and now disarmed necromancer
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| Fleeing can save everything but all seems to be lost
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| He runs, he’s lost, forever
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| Suddenly he feels in his veins the power of life
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| His will is not bad, the sky not spiteful
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| All the undead running towards their Father
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| This reborned mind, brightened by angela’s glance
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| Feelings can save everything, even when there’s no hope
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| He wins, he loves, forever |