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The ground is cold and lonely
I'm torn and dead
Just buried
My death is slow and sickening
I won't soon rest so quickly
The priest screams out a vision
Of love and hope in heaven
The lord above is waiting
I'm torn and dead degrading

Help my burning soul
Help my worried skull
Rip off all my bones
In the ground all alone
Rip my tearing skin
Bring back life again

My doom to die is growing
Cold wind of death is blowing
Coffin of wood is rotting
In hell darklord is plotting
To take my soul in horror
Demons will feast in terror
Death turns to me and glances
Death takes me now no chances

Help my burning soul
Help my worried skull
Rip off all my bones
In the ground all alone
Rip my tearing skin
Bring back life again

The... Funeral... Of Gore

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