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When you have been (once) down in your grave

Your mind decays and you're the coffin's slave

And when at midnight the uncanny bell tolls

Terrible noises the dark graveyard calls...

Limbs break through the dirt

Decay stinks like Hell

Dark creatures in the fog

Crusted blood on the dead

Eurynomos sends his souls

Buried by horrible mistakes

They feel they are eaten by the worms

And the night's alive again

Triumph of death

Triumph of death