| When loved Ones die, we bid Farewell
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| In Grief we cry to the Sound of Knell
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| To Bear this Loss is our Concern
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| But Feelings change, once they return
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| All Corpses are Bastards
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| With Blood their Skin is plastered
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| All Corpses are Bastards
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| No Laws, no Gods, no Masters
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| The Bond of Love is dead and gone
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| Replaced with Fury that the Grave has spawned
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| Familiar Faces yet so unknown
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| Better run for cover when you hear them moan
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| All Corpses are Bastards
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| With Blood their Skin is plastered
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| All Corpses are Bastards
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| No Laws, no Gods, no Masters
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| Hazy Eyes stare at you, but they don’t recognize
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| Who you are, so crack their Skulls with A wrecking Bar
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| Expect no Mercy, don’t hope for Grace
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| Solicit no Compassion, when they eat your Face
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| King and Beggar, Dame and Whore
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| They’re now Troopers in the Undead Corps
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| All Corpses are Bastards
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| With Blood their Skin is plastered
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| All Corpses are Bastards
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| No Laws, no Gods, no Masters |