Lyrics
I stumbled into the churchyard under my first moonlit sky, leaving all I had ever known. Revelers, flee my face, this tragedy of human shape, out from the catacombs below. Out from the catacombs below. From outside, damned to walk the earth but rejected by the light, god hates the ugly. Now I ride with the mocking and the friendly ghouls of night. From my brightest moment to my blackest convulsion of despair.
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