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Sačuvana
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The howling shriek of death in your eyes
The whole court and the beast enter your room
The gold will turn to rust
Your empire follows you into your tomb
The wraiths of night caress
And whisper softly now, "We are the dead"
They bear your life away
They tear your heart in two
They've taken the queen
To some better place, so they think
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