[00:51.53]C'mon!
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[01:18.78]For many years of decadence they bleed, they die in the blaze of pain,
[01:25.77]painfully painting waters by blood after midnight and no life.
[01:44.16]Silent water smooth surface reflects a night from itself like a mirror in the darkness.
[01:57.28]Night shadows fall on it, flaming dance, blackening like a coffin lid.
[02:15.38]Graves are all around, on a lake, under it. It's filled up with tears and pain of the killed.
[02:35.38]Sinister whisper draws in silence to mortify those who don't know about death.
[02:48.37]Murders at midnight... silent scream's heard from underwater.
[03:00.98]Throes, fire lights up their eyes to wreak one's anger.
[03:44.76]Go towards death in pain, bleeding red in the night (the time to suffer has come).
[03:50.93]Watching the slow death of others, all of you've already died. Nobody could survive.
[03:57.38]Spirits of those who died, angry, rise above the graves, slaying with a sense of vast desire.
[04:03.68]Bloody twilight of the past, it compels them to avenge themselves. The water turns a blood shade of red.
[04:11.96]Another night of decadence, another corpse for living dead,
[04:23.47]Another night of the touch of a scythe, another tear in the lake.
[04:35.96]Go towards death in pain, bleeding red in the night (the time to suffer has come).
[04:42.10]Watching the slow death of others, all of you've already died. Nobody could survive.
[04:48.51]Spirits of those who died, angry, rise above the graves, slaying with a sense of vast desire.
[04:54.88]Bloody twilight of the past, it compels them to avenge themselves. The water turns a blood shade of red
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[05:25.86]When the daylight dies in skies, midnight falls to the graves, the murderer calls, "come home".
[05:30.24]There is no way back, the spirits thirst fresh blood, the scythe is near a neck.
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[06:02.91]Flesh is covered by deep slits; a wild scream pierces the silence, lil' by lil', hate disappears.
[06:11.35]How much torments for one death? Gore for the sake of the corpse, how much anger to murder.
[06:31.82]Bloodred and flayed, fast-flowing streams of blood from defunct.
[06:35.42]Terror, blaze, wraithes wreak vengeance upon living.
[07:01.08](Dead wake up!)
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