Black clouds rising overhead
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The hands of death our souls are bled
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There is no escaping his deadly grip
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While life slips by on a sinking ship.
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[Chorus:]
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LOOKING DEATH RIGHT IN THE EYE
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SLAUGHTER, MANSLAUGHTER
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LOOKING DEATH RIGHT IN THE EYE
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SLAUGHTER, MANSLAUGHTER
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A rotten stench will fill the air
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And leaving in it¡¯s path despair
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And now you¡¯re slowly turning in your grave
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And no one is left to be saved.
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Manslaughter
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