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The holes are filling in
Let the worms crawl o'er my skin
No signs of life are found
But the wind withdraws our sound

My eyes are turning black
As they lay me on my back
My skin is turning white
Now I only rise at night
And the price of death is here
As the dawn is growing near
Can't see my face in glass
Please return me to my Cask

And the holes are filling in
As the worms crawl o'er my skin
No signs of life are found
But the wind withdraws our sound

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