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There's an old cabin amidst the trees
Joyous laughter rings from inside
Chilling winds pass me by
All men are drunk, the red wine flows

That old man there, the bartender has a face so pale
And speaks not a word as all the drunks leave
I hid nearby, the chilling wind passes by again

The wine is a deep shade of red
Intoxicating smell of the dead

This is Moonsblood Diner
Something is going on
There's all sorts of joy and laughter
No doubt it's all a facade
Moonsblood Diner

Everyone's gone now, the air is still
But faintly I hear a scream from below
The door to the cellar is locked tight
The screams get louder as I black out

The wine is a deep shade of red
Intoxicating smell of the dead

Women strapped down on dilapidated tables
A large device collects their elixir
Older ones are thrown into a pile to burn
Those images burn in me, as I lose all breath

The wine is a deep shade of red
Intoxicating smell of the dead
Of the dead...

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