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Death Aroma
The perfume of death hung in the air
And the gypsies danced beneath
The blood red moon
Twas the hallow of my youth
Still the fetor of death
Clings to my pale flesh
As I twirl and glide
'Neath the glowing onyx sky
And the gypsies danced beneath
The blood red moon
Twas the hallow of my youth
Still the fetor of death
Clings to my pale flesh
As I twirl and glide
'Neath the glowing onyx sky
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