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Piling the bodies
Burn them in the night
Skin grows black and withered
Decayed smell will rise

Existence fading
Into ashes
Burn those bodies
To Infernal death

Human coals are burning
Repulsive yet so true
Open graves are scattered
When the work is through

Existence fading
Into ashes
Burn those bodies
To Infernal death
Piling the bodies   Burn them in the night   Skin grows black and withered   Decayed smell will rise      Existence fading   Into ashes   Burn those bodies   To Infernal death      Human coals are burning   Repulsive yet so true   Open graves are scattered   When the work is through      Existence fading   Into ashes   Burn those bodies   To Infernal death
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