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Morbid black sorrow!
Can you smell a fear of cowards
Or cleanse in poison shower
Can you see the sun or moon
Or march to mankind's doom
Can you hear a voice of life
Or live on the edge of knife
There is no things for you to see
Only the pain is what you feel
On the wings of black mourning
Death shall arise to lay you to rest
On the wings of black mourning
Fly.. fly through the gates
Fly.. fly.. fly with your wings through the gates
Fly.. fly.. fly with your wings morbid black sorrow
Morbid black sorrow!

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