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Old death, where are you now?
You've left me behind somehow
Drank deeply from your cup
Now see what I've become
What's left but ash and burn?
No last pale light to follow
Along here, to find my way
I'll catch up with you One day
And this old death is crooked in the truth
I played your game but now I think I'm through
I know what you look like
And I'll see you before long
Instrumental
And this old death is crooked in the truth
I played your game but now I think I'm through
I know what you look like
And I'll see you before long
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