The window of your bedroom wall
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protects you from the cold
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yet the image on the outside
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quickly makes you old
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the final whisp, your dying breath
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brings me close to you
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and when I'm there to close your neck
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your days on earth are through
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I am the reaper
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solemn and grim
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I relieve pain
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let the end begin
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The flowers in the darkened room
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feel the mourners' tears
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cries of anguish in the night
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add to the fear
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thunder, rain and distant screams
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all are here today
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the living souls dress in black
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and pray for your remains
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I am the reaper
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solemn and grim
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I relieve pain
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let the end begin
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Eternal rest, eternal peace
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the only thing you know
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torment that once burned in you
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is now cold as your stone
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I can feel another heart
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calling out to me
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another life tired of pain
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and screaming, put me to sleep
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Please Mr. Reaper
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solemn and grim
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release my pain
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and let the end begin
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Oh, let the end begin
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Please, please Mr. Reaper
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Let The End Begin
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Saint Vitus |