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The Book Of The DeadIn the halls of terror, greed and fearThey was gathered by the dark For depriving blood and innocence And from sun in crypt to lurk With the purpose to bind in Mystic words into the spells They will write the book of dead Only waiting to awake They will write with blood instead of ink On a skin instead of paper Getting power from the dark When a stone becomes a snake They was traveling between the worlds That never will be seen They've been in the world of chaos Not afraid of guillotine or plaque Theirs lifes have no end Endless time in hidden palace They take blood from those ones Who calls for the end of days From the ones who start Armageddon And become undead But defeated by the light All undead turn into ashes That possesses energy Strong enough to create a spell Written by the human blood On a skin instead of paper It is the key to the Underworld Magic gate to Hell You can travel between the worlds That never will be seen You can find the world of chaos Don't be afraid of guillotine or plaque Taking the book your life will have no end Endless time in hidden palace "Zoulas eekiebah daie'Infernaritas Dakun aahce aectiarrus Fielah morteniasus' Homiorn'aj iaet' runiusus Daieckloatac Aescycklesciyas Ghiyabuss zoulia et' Sctsinn 'eyaah" In the halls of terror, greed and fear They was gathered by the dark For depriving blood and innocence And from sun in crypt to lurk With the purpose to bind in Mystic words into the spells They will write the book for dead Only waiting to awake They will write with blood instead of ink On a skin instead of paper Getting power from our dark dreams When a stone becomes a snake They was traveling between the worlds That never will be seen They've been in the world of chaos Not afraid of guillotine or plaque Theirs lifes have no end Endless time in hidden palace |