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Season of the undead nears
lying waiting the rite
spiritual visions appear
to fulfill the prophecy
These walls stained
by blood of immortality
haunted through centiries
by souls of morality
Laid down to rest
in unholy ground
ancient creation man
supposed to never appear.
These walls stained
by blood of immortality
haunted through centiries
by souls of morality
Season of the undead nears
lying waiting the rite
spiritual visions appear
to fulfill the prophecy
These walls stained
by blood of immortality
haunted through centiries
by souls of morality