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Brutal Existence (Witchfinder General)

The night is long my heart beats slow, the daunting faces dare not show, this darkened life that I must lead, but no one thinks I can succeed. A ghostly feeling takes control, is it the reaper on patrol? This smothered feeling numb inside, that feasts upon respect and pride, I see no way to fight no more, along life's brutal corridor. A ghostly feeling takes control, is it the reaper on patrol? This tortured bleeding soul of mine, that cuts along the veins of time, the silence is broken by a deadly cry, my blood runs cold, why must I die? There's no more time, not long to go, the reaper hunts me high and low, with no escape, nowhere to hide, shake hands with the devil it's my time to ride. A ghostly feeling takes control, is it the reaper on patrol?