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We the dead, walking light up, to endure my blood stops flowing

It all makes me sick last breath, last couch choke on your lies!

Black the blood of angel black the smoke of doom

Inhale, exhale this curse your hearse cut deep pile the dead

The Omega rising this nothing, this cncer hits hard, without mercy

We are the dead, the dead walking I could have sword you were drowning

Drowning in smoke I could have sworn you were dying but you were already dead

We the dead, walking smoke up to endure cut deeper to bleed out

This, the curse, the doomsmoke ritual