| Before the dawn there lie
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| Creatures that wish to only call you their own
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| Through the pain and darkness
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| The heavens can hear their cries
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| «Pull back!» |
| Calling echoes from behind
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| The howling of a curse is something that can’t known
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| Draining the flesh that is ours
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| Welcome to a new era of hell
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| Creeping through the black the pain is just too much
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| A pungent smell, the vile stench of putrid scum
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| Leaps and bounds, across the ground they walk upon
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| Watch the sun become the night
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| The world above will not longer harbour them
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| The world below will no longer stand by them
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| Good night good luck is all that is said to the few that remain
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| Then the antidote is no longer within your reach
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| A fiction of all hope created for the weak
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| This is their way of life
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| As infected choke on their souls
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| Creators that infect and devour
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| The transformation almost complete
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| With the future of the entire human race
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| With the future of the entire human race in the palm of my hand
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| The burning desire of the undead mind
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| Goodnight good luck is all that is said
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| To the few that remain
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| With the future of the entire human race
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| In the palm of my hand
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| «Good night, good luck» is all that is said
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| To the few that remain |