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Land of the Living Dead
04:44
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I travel miles, I see no trace of hope
The air was burning cold
The roads were all alone
The wind was blowing moan
The ever living man
The sound of whispering sand
Is my only friend
I'm in the land of the living dead
The dark clouds were covering the sky
And blocking all the lights
The sun was out of sight
The day was always night
The glorious of tale
Rotten in the hell
The only thing that's left
Was the grave
I'm in the land of the living dead
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Bones
04:19
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Those shiny suits of yours
Your mansions and your stores
None will be left of you
But bones
Your pretty wife and kids
Your fancy cars on the streets
None will be left of you
But bones
I am no other than you
Filthy world I'm through
None will be left of me
But bones
Our dirty minds and thougts
And all those lies we bought
None will be left of us
But bones
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Valley of Dream
04:55
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In the valley of dream
Where the sunlight's always dim
There stands a man you've never seen
His spoken words goes through the wind
"What if I take away your life?"
"What if I take away your sight?"
"What if I burdened you in fear?"
"What if the answer's never clear?"
Voices in your head
As the blue sky turns to red
You'll find the man was laying dead
In the valley of dream
Where the trees were never green
There comes a man you've waited long
With one last breath you sing the song
"What if I take away your life?"
"What if I take away your sight?"
"What if I burdened you in fear?"
"What if the answer's never clear?"
Voices in his head
As the blue sky turns to red
He'll find yourself was laying dead
In the valley of dream
Where thousands men stuck in between
There stands a man who never wins
The curse it flows beneath his skin
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Red Blood Sea
05:34
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Oh little blasphemy, don't take my home
Oh little flame, don't you die alone
Praise the man that keeps walking from his throne
The long black cloud is coming
Through prayers and moans
So long I wait but she never showed
I'm only grieving while you go
Wherever I look, I see this autumn tree
All shall sail to the red blood sea
Oh little sad flower, torn
Take a look at my bad luck, and be gone
The caravan shall keep moving on
The father of all sons shall be home
So long I wait but she never showed
I'm only grieving while you go
Wherever I look, I see this autumn tree
All shall sail to the red blood sea
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