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He's sitting there with bleeding teeth |
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A poor lost soul on his knees |
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He's howling and laughing and biting around |
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He's rolling his eyes and roaring aloud |
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He's looking at liars, looking at me |
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There's no excape, no chance to flee |
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In front of him, we're all the same |
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Locked and imprisoned, that's his aim |
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Withoud fear, we will die |
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Without fear, we'll close our eyes |
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We knock at the door at the gates of hell |
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We greet the dead with a wishing well |
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Don't mess around, we are slaves of hate |
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Hell dog is here, death is our fate |
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We are standing there, no chance to deny |
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Madness and sadness, it's time to die |
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Lost and burned, no hope for tomorrow |
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Our life was full of pain and sorrow |
