Fallen the Man Is
Crimson shadows dancing down the wall.
Shadow figures raceing down the hall.
Screaming echos screaming into the emptiness of night.
Pools of red are gleaming in the beams of the moon light.
Oh to who may find me tell my wife my love
I've left this shell behind me gone to the lord above.
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