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Walls collapsing all around Heads high face our own demise Bolts of lightning strike the ground Demons of the mind excise Gunfire sounds the first attack Brothers in arms to the end Putrid bodies on their backs Sacred symbols will defend Who now stands before me like a ghost within a dream? (Within a dream) When did come the day when things became not what they seem? (Not what they seem) Outside of this palace where my loyalties to lie (Where do they lie?) For the gods or demons with but one I choose to die S crashing to the ground Heads high watch them as they fall Tremble at the thunderous sound Hear the siren's final call Cannons ripping us to shreds Brothers, where have you all gone? Demons collecting the dead Spirit's final breath is drawn Who now stands before me like a ghost within a dream? (Within a dream) When did come the day when things became not what they seem? (Not what they seem) Outside of this palace where my loyalties to lie (Where do they lie?) For the gods or demons with but one I choose to die (I choose to die) Ghosts that I see, haunting my dreams Surrounding me, what to believe? Sunset decries, nightfall's demise Mirror's reflection is blinding I cannot see Timeless sentence Sounds of the shackles grow louder, insanity Timeless sentence Timeless sentence Timeless sentence Timeless sentence Timeless sentence War of the ages, the violence returns Immortal warriors escape from the urn Hundreds of years and we pledge hundreds more Infinite hatred for those at our door 千年也萬年 我孤魂已束縛佇遮... 千年也萬年 生死簿的名字 目睭前一逝一逝... 生死簿的名字 千年也萬年 生死簿的名字 War of the ages, the violence returns Immortal warriors escape from the urn Hundreds of years and we pledge hundreds more Infinite hatred for those at our door 千年也萬年 Violence returns 生死簿的名字 Souls will not burn Burst from the urn Violence returns 千年也萬年？

In the dissection of flesh and the sawing of bone I've coaxed confessions from the lips of the dead Postmortem scrutiny that has clinically shone The horrifying facts that would have never been said Unbosoming their secrets in the sickening results of their demise Stomaching these wretched human Riddles I carve, hack and slice Illuminating the dusty skeletons that lurk In closets, bones and entrails Enduring the ghastly visage of violent death In my forensic travails Whether in pieces or completely decomposed I asses with clinical indifference The remnants of a life which grisly circumstance has brought to this office Ensuring that truth shall endure after the flesh has crumbled and rotted away Elucidating atrocities and carnage The thankless job I perform day after day Persistent incisions that cut to the Quick are my stock in trade To scrutinize what remains of a life, Painstaking effort will have to be made At times both evidence and flesh are Profoundly encrypted and shred It can be murder to pry answers from the Mouths of the dead A gutted torso can pose a bevy of answerless questions to deliberate Probing with a scalpel I expose the morbid cavity that I now Must eviscerate Unlocking death's mysteries with my forceps, tweezers and saw Wringing revelations from a fibula, fossa or jaw Recording confessions that are uttered without making a sound From informants long dead that I've culled from the ground Beneath the pallid veil of cold flesh or Enshrouded in the shredded remains of a face Exhuming the truth is my occupation, no matter how decrepit its resting place Within the bowels of a Horribly mutilated corpse or a splattered brain Picking apart flesh and deceit 'til only the cold facts remain Dead men will tell tales if you know How to listen and learn Even when they've been stabbed, beaten, shot, hacked up and burned This morbid quest for knowledge is not without its rewards Much can be extrapolated from a decrepit infants gourd My bureau's a slab, my text is a corpse, and I've studied with sincere, ardent fervor And found that often man's inhumanity to man is all to well deserved

Welcome to our nocturnal vocation Disembalming we grimly extract the expired Disinterring by lanthorn illumination To fulfill anatomists' cadaverous desires Giving Nightwatchmen fits With the mortsafes you've picked Finding fresh graves to dig I must say it's a hell of a gig Night work be done The lifeless made graveless, our prize to be won Exhumed by torchlight, dead weight dead to rights This night work, an unholy sight, undertaken tonight A livelihood in death we scrape Your casket vacant, corpse taken forthwith From our fell spades you will not escape Second coming ignominious, unclean and sick Wooden shovels and picks From your tomb you'll be nicked Sink to new depths of sick Compunction cut to the quick Night work be done The lifeless made graveless, our prize to be won Exhumed by torchlight, dead weight dead to rights This night work, an unholy sight, undertaken tonight It's a dirty job, finding fresh graves to rob These are dirty deeds, six feet of dirt, dug dirt cheap It's a dirty job, finding fresh graves to rob Toil as the casket's slaves, death is our living wage Night work be done The lifeless made graveless, our prize to be won Exhumed by torchlight, dead weight dead to rights This night work, an unholy sight, undertaken this Night work be done The lifeless made graveless, our prize to be won Exhumed by torchlight, dead weight dead to rights This night work, an unholy sight, undertaken tonight