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on an Easter Sunday day
Make my haze blow away
I said blow away

Well I hide I seek and I find
Truth in a fable faith in a rhyme
So why you want to bad
up where's the tomb?
Will Easter come, enter my room?
The Lord weeps with me
But my tears fall for you.
Another Beauty
Loved by a Beast
Another tale
victims
Chewed up by my weapon I test inhuman practices
On the undead flesh a blood soaked body with
No legs or hands
Screaming and drooling innards down
time
By vice and worms

So many years now have passed
From the last time 
That someone cried
Or even prayed for me

Oooh Zombie, what do you want
a thrill a minute plane ride
It's over time at ring side, no lie

March me down to the seven seas
Bury me with a ruby ring
Kiss me baby on an Easter
a thrill a minute plane ride
It's over time at ring side, no lie

March me down to the seven seas
Bury me with a ruby ring
Kiss me baby on an Easter
There's a land that is fairer than day 
And by faith we can see it afar 
For the Father waits over the way 
To prepare us a dwelling place there
been worried, puzzled, surrounded by your trouble
But I'm keeping my faith in you

We all cried when your first bow was taken
No one could be prouder
Prayed more than thrice for you to see
The wolf of loneliness in me
Not my own will but yours be done

You wake up where's the tomb?
Will easter come,
I was down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I
There armed lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by
No pipe did hum, no battle drum
As down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I,
Their armed lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by.
No pipe did hum, no battle
upon me
Freak, I will eat a zombie
Calm and double while you jumping through these hurdles
Silly rabbit the race is always won by the turtle
Metal
I was down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I.
There armed lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by.
No pipe did hum, no
I was down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I
There armed lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by

No pipe did hum
No
I was down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I
There armed lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by
No pipe did hum, no battle
A little more time with you

I'll tell you what I didn't get for Christmas
No island, or peninsula or isthmus
So close that you can put your finger on it
There's a land that is fairer than day and by faith we can see it apart 
For the father waits over the way to prepare us a dwelling place there 
In
charming
As you peck your way up there.

And these finks don't dress too well
No discrimination
To be a zombie all the time
Requires such dedication.
at the baseline
Kissing your daughter, Mary Jane high
Just the same guys you dunked on NI remarkable times
Ultra dead minds
Zombie Bape line, no harm it takes
There's a land that is fairer than day,
And by faith we can see it afar;
For the Father waits over the way
To prepare us a dwelling place there.
chairs, the wooden floor
That feels the touch of shoes no more
Awaitin' for the dancers to come back

And the fiddle's in the closet
Of some daughter
pass the time like there's no more tomorrows
Each day becomes a yesterday

I remember your promised charms
Just out of reach like Sinn Fein arms
promised
Till the day You call us home
Let our faith become a mountain we stand on

We will stand unaffected by the chaos
We will stand no matter what
won't accept our money,
If your soul needs love you can always have my pity,
But it looks as though faith alone won't sustain us no more

What
There's a land that is fairer than day, 
And by faith we can see it afar; 
For the Father waits over the way 
To prepare us a dwelling place

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