| There’s no way back
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| These lives would have ended anyway
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| They’re still together
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| But there’s no talking anymore
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| The deed is done
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| And they’re finally on there last way
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| They will be together eternally
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| But will they silence forever?
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| Massgrave… Masters of massgrave day
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| Massgrave… masters of war
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| The act is completed
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| The deed is completely done
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| There’s nothing wrong
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| We’re going strong, we’re going on
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| The slaughter’s here, it’s massgrave day
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| The end of the path shows a light
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| But there’s no mercy in it
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| Just like the fire’s from heaven
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| It’s like the signals up from hell
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| They’re living their last lives
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| The masters will massacre these pour souls
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| They live their final days
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| The slaughter
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| Will reach them soon
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| The end of the path shows a light
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| Pity there’s no mercy in it
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| It’s like a fire from heaven
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| It’s like a signal up from hell
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| The Beauty And The Teeth
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| The rather slow and grey days of my childhood
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| Were enlighted by here presence of my illness
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| Was enlightned by her laughter
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| She was so fine, she was so warm
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| Her beauty was so majestic and great
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| She had the face of an angel of hope to me
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| It was so heavenly and pale
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| Berenice give me your teeth
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| Berenice, please
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| Then she got ill and faded fast
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| Her beauty turned into sickening ugliness
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| While her state of mind got worse and worse
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| I was in the worst of states myself
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| All that remained of her heavenly beauty was
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| A set of teeth in her glorious mouth
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| 32 gorgious, precious little tombstones
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| laughed at me in a horny horror
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| How obsessed I was, by what she possessed
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| But what caused awful state of shock?
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| What was it that frightened me so much?
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| Was it the voice of my dear conscience?
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| The smell of wet clothes covered with mud?
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| The feel of wet hands covered with blood?
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| Or is it the sight of that precious little box
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| That just fell from the table to the floor? |