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Dead Hate Screaming

On the grave bottom

Someone has to start first

Then after the centuries

There is coffin on coffin

You are waiting

Who will be on the top

This thing is natural

You're never know who will be there

You're never know who will be last

Under the ground there is peaceful calm

Under the ground there is unknown cold

Under the ground silence dead bodies

Under the ground just whispering from pride

The Pieces of bodies

They can't feel nothing

There isn't sun

There isn't rain

You are waiting

Who will be on top

This thing is natural

You're never known who will be there

You're never known who will be last

You can't scream there

Thousand and thousands of coffins

You can't help them

Bodies on bodies