Maze Of Torment - Battle Of The Dead lyrics

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As the moon is falling

The moon rides the sky

Clouds are gathering together

And hides in the light for souls

Creation of death awaiting the night

Hunting the mortals

Into the battleof the dead

The grim reaper moves among us

The black bird follow his path

Nothing stays the same

Death is apart of you

Will they ever feel the pain

Will they ever see the moon