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Shot down in cold blood Cold blood in the rain Bullets of anger, bullets of pain Killed without reason Waste without cause Now is the season, the season of loss Welcome the darkness Welcome the night Pray for your soul Pray the Last Rites Murdered for ransom of vengance and hate Dreams to fulfill, but now it's too late Sirens and madness Confusion and fear The past is forgotten, the future is clear... There's a place, not far from here, where the dead sing out in fear Take my hand, I'll lead the way Hell has time for those who stray Now it's time for you to know 'Cause you've got nothing, not a reason left to show Choose your path o'er yonder hill, you know the one Live in darkness all your life Never see the Son Pray for your Last Rites From Letras Mania