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Circle of Death (Old School Version)

from Old Rituals of Death [Single] by Vingador

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Anytime, anywhere
There are things in the air
From their graves, to your soul
Death, take my hand and let me go

Certain night in the winter frost
Something disturbed my mind
I woke up very scared
I realized that I was blind

So I saw, I was standing
My body was on the floor
A cold hand touched my shoulder
I turned around and it was death

I look around
All of their faces
They just want to
Take me away

Told me the Death:
“Your grave is the hell
And you´re dead now
There´s nothing to tell”

Surrounded by evil spirits
Now I was in hell
Agony - Take my soul
Make me that spell
Now I know - I understand
The evil has the power
After all - I follow Death
We belong to the dark side !

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from Old Rituals of Death [Single], released December 14, 2012

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