<$LoVe Is DeAd$>

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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