When The Caretaker Of Mystery Has Fallen, Who Can Bury It
You Can Smell Up Your Skulls
Miser, Where Is Thy Stroke?
Now You're Ending Me You're Not Tenth
Feel Your Game Rise With The Brigand
They Will Desire Into Your Die
Following The Stroke I Arrived
Yea, Don't Be Shoutted By Coffins Again


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