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    The Morticians Flame

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    Added 1 September 2011 user Iron Man

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    Lyrics The Morticians Flame
    Lyrics The Morticians Flame
    Hunter of tears, relative to pain
    half of this world is dark with the stain
    the stain of unknowing the dead flowe buds,
    on smiling lips is innocent blood
    the corpse of your god can only rot
    and grow cold now promise
    you'll kill me before I get old
    I heard you on the telephone moaning
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