Open the gates of the graveyard.
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Where corpses rest like layers.
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In glorious flying thunder comes the courier of death.
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Moor his black horse's tail.
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Around my thin neck.
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Let me fly beneath his wings.
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I am dead.
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Hangman's noose is not a prophecy.
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Hangman's noose is the laughter of death.
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Life is abundant in fantasy.
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Giving birth to death.
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Ending one's secret life.
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Ending one's mortal existence.
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Have no fear.
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Heaven and Hell are here.
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Let my few hairs blow in the burning wind.
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Don't keep up one's appearance.
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Oldness and youth are just a game.
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Send a letter to the mortals saying as pleasant is the grave.
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Hangman's noose is not a prophecy.
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Hangman's noose is the laughter of death.
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Life is abundant in fantasy.
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Giving birth to death.
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Ending one's secret life.
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Ending one's mortal existence.
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Mortal reason to abandon this life.
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Full of horror at first sight.
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Nobody escapes from this deathlike fate.
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Till again I hear the wind through the gates.
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Nameless graves rest emptiness.
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Living beings dislike this vast sadness.
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Dramatic vision of the procession of the dead.
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It's rather sad we can't rise from the dead.
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Hangman's Noose (Ending Mortal Existence)
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| Mystifier |
