| It’s raining cats and dogs
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| The cemetery is embraced by the fog
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| Night of dead babies, would you cross the line
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| Until the dawn, until the dawn
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| Rise of your black rose
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| It’s funeral time
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| It is closing curse
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| No time to cry
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| When bitter moon turns red for beast
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| Ten sharpened nails against you fists
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| Your tomb is ready, you’re hurted swan
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| It’s funeral time, lay down, come on
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| Rise of your black rose
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| It’s funeral time
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| It is closing curse
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| No time to cry
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| Close your eyes for the one last time
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| No mercy here, inside the line
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| Fallen angels sing infernal song
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| You will turn into a dead black swan
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| Like wicked serpent on the apple tree
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| Satan’s womb will born you free
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| A poisoned virgin’s suicide
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| It’s funeral time, no time to hide
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| Rise of your black rose
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| It’s funeral time
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| It is closing curse
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| No time to cry
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| Now you are buried by your dreadful sins
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| Raven whispers silent: «six six six»
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| Crimson tears keep falling on the ground
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| Every midnight is the funeral time |