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All is well until the day that he died Taken from his mother's arms Carelessness has left him dead to decay Father is left with the blame Nightmare figure guides his thoughts to the stones Somewhere way off in the woods Solution given to him but hesitates Knows he can, think he should? The soil... is sour now Boy... has rotten through The soil... is sour now Boy has rotten through Take him from his burial crib To the secret place you found Evil awaits for another vessel To be buried in the ground The soil... is sour now Boy... has rotten through The soil... is sour now Boy has rotten through Don't come back Sometimes dead is better From Letras Mania