It flows the obscene, a living death machine
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Repent the day, this world first met your wondering mind
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Stay at one with tears, the dark is near
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It calls to you, now reach out
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Amazed, as the wind is full and the night is day
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Resist, to the golden sun and the virgin air
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Release, as nature's spell was cast on you
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Defeat, as your haunted soul breaks its shell
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Bringing out the plead of instant death
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Take your life, cross the line, don't be scared
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Come to us
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Below a wordly forest and beneath an awful sky
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An always moving madness, creeps onward with the tide
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A killer long and lasting, that washes all its sins
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A silent shocking something, that draws us ever in
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The creek of the dead, the creek of the waiting dead!!!
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The sun shines on your worldless tomb
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As life permits your soul to die
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The creek it bathes, while nature blooms
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With blood that flows, to bring new life
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The life you gave is nothing now
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While death reveals a sign of joy
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The creek of the dead!!!
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The Creek Of The Dead
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| Deceased |
