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It's the making of our story...
A passing dead and gone.
Fairy tales wait in mystery,
And monsters sing in song,
Even though these lives have ended,
Their memory will carry on.
A beautiful nightmare will begin...
And our hero's will stand strong,
There is a place only the dead know,
Real corpses dance and are true to heart,
It's the making of our story,
Where in death we do not part...
A passing dead and gone.
Fairy tales wait in mystery,
And monsters sing in song,
Even though these lives have ended,
Their memory will carry on.
A beautiful nightmare will begin...
And our hero's will stand strong,
There is a place only the dead know,
Real corpses dance and are true to heart,
It's the making of our story,
Where in death we do not part...
Lyrics submitted by TheMusicFanatic
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