In the fields of death at an hour of destruction the wind blew cold
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A vast field of tombstones and cenotaphs all moisture-stained
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As I walked across the field I noticed a human circle formation
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Standing at the edge of a yet uncovered grave deep in mourn
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[ch.:]
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Buried and forgotten
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In the dark and cold
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In the moisty ground
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Burial at night
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Funeral
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In the name of the father, the son and the antichrist
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Ashes to ashes and dust to dust to reign in death
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From the innermost depths of the open sepulcher
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I heard a human cry for life and freedom
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[ch.]
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"I was mortal but I am fiend, I was merciless
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My teeth shatter as I speak to you
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yet it's not with the chilliness of the night
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but this hideousness is insufferable"
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[ch.]
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That deep, hollow, inhuman voice echoed
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Echoed down from the pits of the uncovered grave
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The former human voice was now transformed
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The former human voice is now the voice of the fiend
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[ch.]
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[bridge:]
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Behold the vast formations of a funeral in the dark
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Behold with fear the signs after a nocturnal funeral
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[repeat bridg]
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Nocturnal Funeral
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| Tiamat |
