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Through The Infinitive Halls Of Death

I know that my old life is ending

very soon I'll lose my breath

But raise up high or slow descending



Death is a forecourt to hell, where the lost of humanity dwell



Through the shadows of my soul

walking in an endless cave

searching for a deep black hole

to find my destiny or grave



Death is a forecourt to hell, where the lost of humanity dwell



Doomed to hell

Misery and death, pain and sorrow

The air was poisoned by the smell of burning flesh

I saw the beast

A great shadow surrounded by black demons

Satan he laughed as he saw me burn

Candlemass

Through The Infinitive Halls Of Death / Candlemass

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