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A cruel sleep 'cross our land All withered and dying As the fall, the victims They're dying a sad death In our land, we lay down And suffer again

A dark girl 'cross our land Is pacing. Is preying And with her, a fever A marching black fever No eyes see. No features Just black form, suffering

You have her sympathy You have her tears She tries only to take All your fears The pain she feels When she drinks… read more

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