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"... Kiss the corpse, the blessed sigh, |
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Enter the garden of the night. |
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Shed a tear, suspended in fear ... - |
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Every soul is starving here ..." |
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The silence of the graves is not silent at all: |
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Millions of the dead are crying in their graves, |
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But no-one can hear them ... |
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No-one ever hears ... |
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No-one can hear them ... |
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Except for the dead themselves. |
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No we can't die, no we can't die, |
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It doesn't even matter if we try. |
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We fear/hate the living, |
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We shun the light, |
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Our beloved tombs keep us sheltered inside. |
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Sleep ... sleep is the brother of death, |
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So lie down beside this skeleton |
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In the coldness of the grave, |
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Let the embrace of his dead arms |
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Keep you all save and sound. |
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Buried in slumber ... silently ... |
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Forever beneath the ground. |
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Stalk "The night", if that's your wish, |
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With your foolish garlic-chain and crucifix, |
| [02:50.20] |
Yet, if you find our graves, we won't be there, |
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There are thousands of places left for our despair. |
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And every night it's the same again: |
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"The feast of Blood is about to begin !" |
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We are wretched ... pathetic ... the flickering souls, |
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But staging our pain is all part of the whole. |
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And when all lights are fading, |
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Leaving but a fleeting glow, |
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Then, after far too many years, |
| [03:59.54] |
It's time for us to go. |
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"Kiss the corpse - the blessed sigh - |
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Walk in the garden of the night. |
| [04:36.52] |
Shed a tear, suspended in fear ... - |
| [04:41.08] |
Every soul is starving here. |
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Hold the carcass, sweetest lie, |
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Bury the body you chose to deny, |
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Shed a tear, suspended in fear ... - |
| [04:59.30] |
Every soul is starving here." |
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