Long are the twisted vines Growing and gnarled inside Look and you'll find That they never die Long are the twisted vines Deth red moon Going down Deth red moon Burning down Cold is the wailing night Gone are the tranquil skies Look 'round you'll see All the longing eyes Cold is the wailing night And there's no escaping From this hell it's making And there's no escaping Now
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