Blithe Spirits
Amongst the living there walks the dead
No blithe spirits will be ever found
With envious eyes of crimson red
Shadows the living without a sound
In limbo cast to raise Hell on Earth
No longer a furtile life to make
They hunger long for a new rebirth
And an endless thirst for souls to take
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