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Candlemass Tales Of Creation Through The Infinitive Halls Of Death I know that my old life is ending very soon I'll lose my breath But raise up high or slow descending Death is a forecourt to hell, where the lost of humanity dwell Through the shadows of my soul walking in an endless cave searching for a deep black hole to find my destiny or grave Death is a forecourt to hell, where the lost of humanity dwell Doomed to hell Misery and death, pain and sorrow The air was poisoned by the smell of burning flesh I saw the beast A great shadow surrounded by black demons Satan he laughed as he saw me burn |
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