It was a frozen swamp where wandered some
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malicious spirit
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There was a funebre atmosphere and putrid
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smell of sulphur
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In the obscurity we could make out some
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transparent silouettes
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We were on the shadowy realm that some persons
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called Ghostwood
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Suddenly through the thick fog
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We begun to hear a strange macabre serenade
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The lugubrious choirs of the forsaken cursed spirits
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"Don't listen to the chants of the soul in sorrow
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They're like a trap to take you away from your path"
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The voices of the ancient warriors became oppressive
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More and more difficult to resist in the wood
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We tried to put our fingers in our ears but it
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was effectless
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So, we took a piece of ice and plunged it into
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our ears to cut out eardrums
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Then, we were rid of the spirit's hold, free of
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their harassment
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Deafness was the price to pay
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Deafness was the key
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Deafness was the key to go out of the haunted
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domain of ghostwood
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Suddenly, through the thick fog; we were alone
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We were alone with an eternal silence
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The Forsaken Voices Of The Ghostwood's Shadowy Realm
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