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Welcome to where the dead things are
Flesh fresh from the womb
Still warm, still kicking, still life..
The grief in the eyes of those who remain
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-the shadow of death is filling the room
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-where the voice of life is put to sleep
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-the sun must pass the darkness rules
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-where the angel of death claims its sacrifices
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-an institution of death
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-no life here only death is real
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