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NACHTZEHRER
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NACHTZEHRER,
Gothminister
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Here comes the last caress from deep beyond the grave
Burn slowly time to rest slave to this manifest
Need the one to save your soul impossible to hide it
Need the one to rise again so the future can return
Why are you afraid to do this I dont know its kind of scary
Why do you fear to open your mind no dont let me step inside
We are leaving this world you dont know what youre doing this time
Through shades of shadows the fear shall not return
And the children shall never burn
We were destined to survive we are sick of being depraved our fantasy
Bow to the new army of salvation when your weary days are gone
Hail to the wicked sons
The fear of being crucified on your own blackened cross
The fear of seven inch nails battered through your defenseless body
The fear of waking up from the dead and
Smell the scars of two thousand years failures
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Here comes the last caress from deep beyond the grave Burn slowly time to rest slave to this manifest Need the one to save your soul impossible to hide it Need the one to rise again so the future can return Why are you afraid to do this I dont know its kind of scary Why do you fear to open your mind no dont let me step inside We are leaving this world you dont know what youre doing this time Through shades of shadows the fear shall not return And the children shall never burn We were destined to survive we are sick of being depraved our fantasy Bow to the new army of salvation when your weary days are gone Hail to the wicked sons The fear of being crucified on your own blackened cross The fear of seven inch nails battered through your defenseless body The fear of waking up from the dead and Smell the scars of two thousand years failures
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