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Here at the end of the grave |
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Like a premature sleep the result of the brave |
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Proud to be |
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Dead We'll search through infinity and revenge with our trinity |
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With the power of a million horses |
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We are the mightiest of forces |
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Proud to be |
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Dead Solid like a group of hundred men |
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They'll seem like only ten |
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When we're back for them again |
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Now our death-tour begins we'll bring back the head of the comittor of the sins |
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A feeling of akward self-esteem |
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Our promise we'll redeem how unstable that may seem |
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Proud to be |
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Dead We've came to pay respect your death we will revenge where you lay |
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I suspect |
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That you'll be |
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Proud to be |
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Dead |
