Here at the end of the grave
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Like a premature sleep
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the result of the brave
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Proud to be Dead
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We'll search through infinity
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and revenge with our trinity
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With the power of a million horses
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We are the mightiest of forces
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Proud to be Dead
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Solid like a group of hundred men
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They'll seem like only ten
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When we're back for them again
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Now our death-tour begins
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we'll bring back the head
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of the comittor of the sins
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A feeling of akward self-esteem
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Our promise we'll redeem
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how unstable that may seem
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Proud to be Dead
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We've came to pay respect
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your death we will revenge
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where you lay I suspect
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That you'll be
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Proud to be Dead
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Proud To Be Dead
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| Defleshed |
