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I see myself lying on the bed
My head on the angels fold
An eagle waiting in the corner
To take away - me and my soul
A journey without return
To a land that no one knows
My Avalon my paradise
Where angels dare my soul will rise, rise, rise
Pray - dancing through the night
Pray - until the morning light
Pray - pray for the devil's rite
Pray - because we'll die tonight
I wake up in the hell of Eden
Guardians taking care of me
Out of the haze a shadow moves
A unicorn, black and wild
I open my eyes and look around
My hunger is fed by a lonesome child
It looks like me when I was young
I'm buried alive, my life is done, done, done
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Only way to feel the noise is when it's good and loud,
So good you can't believe it's screaming with the crowd,
Don't sweat it, get it back to you,
Overkill, Overkill
On your feet you feel the beat, it goes straight to your spine,
Shake your head you must be dead if it don't make you fly,
Don't sweat it, get it back to you,
Overkill, Overkill
Know your body's made to move, you feel it in your guts
Rock 'n' roll ain't worth the name if it don't make you strut,
Don't sweat it, get it back to you,
Overkill, Overkill
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Rats are creeping under my skin
Come see the last place that I'm leaving in
The bitch in London stole the crown from me
I'm the heiress to the throne I want to break free
Death comes closer
Execution is near
My hands are empty
As I'm standing here
My blood will live forever
Believe in me now or never
On the wings of death I will fly
With pride for my people I will die
I've trusted in vain I've failed and lost
And now I'm here to pay the costs
The church turns away I'm standing alone
A small crowd believes that on the throne I belong
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Blood and anger spill over the land
An untold story, written in the sand
The ground starts burning smoke's rising up
I'm falling asleep in the arms of the world
Shooting the lion up on the hill
Bite out his heart and send me your bill
When the sun goes down
Welcome the hangman
When the sun goes down
Welcome the hangman
When the sun goes down
Welcome the hangman
When the sun goes down
Environment dies, heat comes up, everything's black
Collecting his debts, with a smile, the hangman's back
An angel of attack with eyes of red
A figure in white watching the dead
Kill the lion up on the hill
Bite out his heart and send me your bill
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