The dead will rise
Then they shall fall
Don’t be afraid
My love, there is more
Cover your eyes
And hide away by yourself
Nothing can save you
Nothing can hear
For your screams may be loud
But her’s are louder still
And then she will see you
And you will fall,
Fall down & down
Into an endless pit of death
But no crying is heard
For there is no one to hear
The cries of the tortured dead
In the realm of death.
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