Cry above the nameless grave
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But all that's there is motionless
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Angels sob with vermin's fangs
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A funeral dirge drifts slowly by
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Puppets they who come and go
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And laugh but smile no more
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Evil things in robes of sorrow
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They are neither man nor woman
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Hear the menace of their tones
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In the silent watch of the night
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Funeral March
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| T.S.O.L. (TSOL) |
