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Burning of the souls

Frozen stiff with cold

Sounding of the clocks

How the souls are locked

Under lock and key

They’re unable to see

Till the hour they’ll be summoned

for their evil and demons

Chorus: What for can’t they

Be treated like all the others

What for aren’t they

Just like all the others

Nerveless people

Nerveless cry

What does it mean

When they all have to die

Disposable heroes

Serving for one night

Later on thrown away

No chance for them to hide