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At nightfalls dreaming of them
Far away lands heathen
At nightfalls dreaming of them
Black nights cults within
At nightfalls the roaming sounds
Of thunder striking down
It's a mystery of thousands of years
The cult of the dead the cult of the misery
At nightfalls dreaming of them
Candles burning every now and then
At nightfalls there the river flows
At nightfalls the river styx glows
It's a mystery of thousands of years
The cult of the dead the cult of the misery
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