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Lying without a move
My eyes are open wide
A silent pale observer
Of the horror neverending

My skin is cold
And my body fades away
Can I escape this dream
That seems just too surreal?

I feel warmth in my mouth
I feel warmth pouring down
It tastes like torn flesh
It tastes like my fucking blood

Hey, comrade
Pull the trigger one more time
Mark frame 33
While I bleed out
I am toungueless
In Dead Mountains

Nine brave warriors from the past
Their souls reborn in the present
Strange lights above and strange sounds around
Are we all going to die again?

Snow, more snow and just snow
"Don't go there
Near Dead Mountains"
They tried to warn us
Oh, but nobody listened

Never accepted death as salvation
Never thought of it as solution
Right now I wish for the Reaper to come
And wave his scythe for me

I see him now approaching towards me
But he is not carrying redemption
I see his face one more time
Before my eyes are inside out

Hey, comrade
Pull the trigger one more time
Mark frame 33
While I bleed out
Toungueless
In Dead Mountains

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