Do year fear the cold touch of death
Do you fear to lie in the dark abyss
Post pone the touch of death
Save time till the last breath
A chance to aviod disaster
Serve 100 hudred years before the master
Become one of the undead crew
Is this what you will do
Not ask for the secound chance
Have you been forgiven for all your sin
Growing comfortable in this new skin
Satisfied your every wish
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