I'm caught in a thunderstorm
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and I've missed my train
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There are no shelters in this place
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I'm obliged to take refuge
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into this old cemetery
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that seems abandoned.
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I hope I won't remain here for a long time
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besides it's getting darker and darker
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But just a moment what is happening?
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At the flash of lightning I think I see
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something moving over there.
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May be a figment of my imagination
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but I think I'm lost
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in this cursed cemetery.
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Choked noises now frighten me
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seem to rise from the graves
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Now I feel a dark presence
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and the bells tolling here
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seem to come from nowhere
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My God, what is it?
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It cannot be true, I'm full of horror!
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The dead are leaving their coffins now
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and they come slowly towards me
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with their corroded hands and feet
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Now I realize that my time is come.
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It's midnight the time of terror
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and my last hour is coming
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it's the time of terror
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it's my time to die now.
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Terror
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| Death Ss |
