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A cold silence washes over the night, dark, as the blood within the empty shell that once was you. Dreary whishes everywhere. Chant vegeance on and on. Pick up the blade come out and play. So you shot up among the living, now you bleed among the dead. Way down below - down you belong I follow as you lead the way through a cold of red you say. Take my hand, hit the vain take this pain. Be my Halo of blood, turn my tears to mud. Take this grief make me hate child of the night, walk with me and light the path. Lead us to the halo of blood From Letras Mania