Listen, I'm a corpse, I'm a corpse
I'm a corpse without soul
Satan, he's taken, he's taken, he's taken his toll
And he took it out on me
I, I'm trapped, I'm trapped, I'm trapped in his spell
Tonight, I'm going, I'm going, I'm going to Hell, inside his spell
I was walking down among the graves, I heard a cry, my shadow is gone
Emptiness in my body, I felt so alone, Small black wings on my naked back
Now guess what I saw on one of the stones, I saw my soul, in a magical
haze
It was all dressed up as a corpse in a wedding dress
Small black wings on my naked back, now hear my prayer, beggin' for mercy
I'm living to die, Satan has taken his toll.
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