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(____/'(_____)(_____)(____/' (____/'(_) (_) (_)(_)(_) (_)
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Loud Lyrix, July 19, 1994, Issue # 16
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Addresses
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Administrivia: lyrix@terranet.cts.com
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Listserv: listserv@planet.org
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Editor-in-Chief: Death Incarnate (Gino Filicetti) <death@terranet.cts.com>
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Publisher: Death Incarnate (Gino Filicetti)
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Distributor: Death Incarnate (Gino Filicetti) & Planet Communications
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Mailing Program: LISTSERV at planet.org (Planet Communications)
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from sending anything to the list address, as this only 'causes us to
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waste valuable resources. Thank you.
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DISCLAIMER
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Loud Lyrix is not responsible for accuracy of the lyrics, song titles,
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album titles, or specific performers of the songs contained herein. All
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songs are property of the bands that perform them and/or their record
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labels. The lyrics contained herein cannot be used for any purpose other
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than "private study, scholarship, or research." If anyone makes use of a
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reprinted song for purposes in excess of "fair use," that user may be
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lyrics. We reserve the right to reprint inaccurate lyrics if the song's
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lyrics were not readily available to the typist. And just remember that
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this publication is for the sheer fun and pleasure of discovering the
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lyrics of some songs, and we are not out to rip off any bands or put any
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words in their mouths.
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DESCRIPTION
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Loud Lyrix is a weekly publication dedicated to the spread of heavy metal
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lyrics throughout the world. Subscriptions are available at no cost
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electronically. Five to Ten songs are published every Tuesday. Along with
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the lyrics, a section of the zine is devoted to reactions of subscribers to
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previously posted songs. All subscribers are urged to send in lyrics from
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their own favorite bands for publication. All requests, submissions or
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comments must be sent to the above address.
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OUR PHILOSOPHY
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We here at Loud Lyrix believe that the true meaning of a song can only make
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itself known through the song's lyrics. It is for this reason that Loud
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Lyrix exists, we are committed to delivering all the best lyrics of heavy
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metal songs to Cyber-bangers around the globe. Long live metal!
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>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
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Loud Lyrix, #16, 7/19/94
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Hey all you 'bangers out there in 'bangerland.. what's up!! hehehehe...
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what a cheesy greeting... but anyways... I'm back with issue #16, a normal,
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no frills attached, RAW edition of Loud Lyrix, just a little blabber from
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me, and then into the lyrics... anyways... you lazy asses are pretty damn
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lazy you know that?! Fuck guys, c'mon! I had ZERO, count 'em... **0**
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submissions this week, you think that just 'cause of the survey that's
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exempting you from submitting?? Well no siree Bob! Snap to it, or pay the
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price, you will feel the wrath of your almighty Editor! :) Ok, anyways,
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that means that all of this week's songs are "Editorz Choice" so, if you
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have any complaints.... TOO BAD... send in some shit, or request it, or
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else get used to my tastes....
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BTW.. I actually got something from someone.... WOW! I am amazed.. it's
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from Shimon Godes, a review of a Babes In Toyland concert he was at...
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hope you guys like it, I know I wish I was there!!! ;)
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Ok people.. just a little word about the listserv.... we've been having a
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couple of problems with it, and because of that, you guys got a spaced out
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issue #14, and fortunately, an OK issue #15.... hopefully, by the time you
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get this issue, I will have already remailed issue #14 to you all... sorry
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about that... anyways... I'm also in the process of setting up an 'INDEX'
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diskspace for Loud Lyrix on planet.org's listserv.... I'm gonna be storing
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all the back issues, the AD, the FAQ, and the PGP keys here... I will also
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be mailing you all instructions on how to retrieve these files if you want
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'em... So hopefully that'll be a little better for all of you... another
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thing is late issues... sometimes, the mailer at the site that I access the
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Internet from goes down, and that means that when I mail the listserv to
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send out the latest issue, that mailing doesn't get there until the system
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is back up, so it can't mail the issue out to all of you... unfortunately
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this can happen sometimes, so if your Loud Lyrix is late in arriving, don't
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fret, don't mail me and cry about your Loud Lyrix... ok? Just sit tight,
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and the issue will get to you soon.. sorry about that...
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Well, this week I bought Slayer's "Haunting the Chapel" on CD, I found this
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rare item for $12.99 and I just HAD to snatch it up... the lowest that I've
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EVER seen a Slayer CD was $19.99, so I couldn't pass up the opportunity,
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anyways... this CD fucking GRINDS!! It's a three song EP, (with an
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additional track, "Aggressive Perfector"), it's got Chemical Warfare,
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Captor of Sin, and Haunting the Chapel..... fucking amazing stuff, I can't
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peel myself away from it... anyways, I just have a question for any of you
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Slayer fans out there, I've got the Show No Mercy cassette, and it ALSO
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includes "Aggressive Perfector", but it doesn't sound the same at all! Does
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anyone know if it's a remix or if it's on the Show No Mercy cassette at
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all?! It's listed in the liner's, but I dunno! Anyways, I've included
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"Haunting the Chapel" in this issue, plus "Tormentor" an amazing tune from
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Show No Mercy.... enjoy, and yes, I AM a Slayer freak... fucking August
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people.. August is the month for their new album to come out!!! No exact
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date set yet!
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Ok people, just one final word concerning the survey... I've notice a few
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minor errors with it.... one thing was that for the "Which rock video shows
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do you watch?" I forgot to include a none of the above option. And another
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thing was the question of whether you tape albums onto blank cassettes,
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lemme just tell you dudes to CHILL OUT man... fuck guyz, I ain't no NARC
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or some asshole sleazy record company exec, it was just that the M.E.A.T.
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survey had that question, and I thought I'd include it.. big deal! Don't
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worry if you say yes, I really don't care, it's just a question.
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Ok dudes, that's it... don't forget to get those survey's in, as of now, I
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have had 7 handed in, that's outta like 300 of you!! Hurry up! Issue #20
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is right around the corner,.... ok guys, that's it... BTW! Guess what I
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just noticed... it was exactly four months ago on this day that I started
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Loud Lyrix... On March 19/94 I wrote the Loud Lyrix FAQ and the Loud Lyrix
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AD, and that's when this huge thing started... fucking amazing.. guys,
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thanks to you all dudes.... let's keep this thing goin' forever!!
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CONTENTS
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Concert Review: Babes In Toyland
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Song 1: "Mother's Getting Weaker" ("Them", Chapter 5) by King Diamond
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Song 2: "Tormentor" by Slayer
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Song 3: "Aces High" by Iron Maiden
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Song 4: "Dead Embryonic Cells" by Sepultura
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Song 5: "This Love" by Pantera
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Song 6: "Haunting the Chapel" by Slayer
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Song 7: "Ride The Lightening" by Metallica
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Song 8: "Black Sabbath" by Black Sabbath
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Song 9: "Rime of the Ancient Mariner" by Iron Maiden
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**** C O N C E R T R E V I E W : B A B E S I N T O Y L A N D ******
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by S H I M O N G O D E S
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You don't say dude!!! The concert was awesome. Their LOOKS!!!! The drummer
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has wild Bob Marley type of hair (blonde...) and the coolest tatoo of a
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snake crawling down her right ankle, (they all played barefoot btw...). The
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drummer played like she just came out of the jungle and somebody gave her a
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drumkit and told her: "this is drums, now PLAY!!!" Tribal stuff, totally
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wild and wicked...
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The bassist is amazingly, incredibly sexy!!! She stood less than a meter
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from me (I was right next to the stage...). Her name is Maurine Herman, I
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got to talk to her a bit after the show (no, not enough to use my charms
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and....). She's a cool bass player as well, and what's most exciting - she
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does that Frank Zappa trick - lights up a cigarette, smokes it during a
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song and then sticks it in the space between the strings and the upper
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bridge (where the tuning keys are), so it looks like a candle...
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As for the show itself, they played most of the stuff from Fontanelle and
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the other album. The talked to the crowd a lot and were very nice. There
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was a lot of moshing and stagediving. Then when they played "Handsome And
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Gretel" (my favourite song, as you can guess from my posting...) I was
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headbanging so violently that I banged my head against the lamp post and
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passed out for a few moments... All in all the show was WILD!!!! Just what
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I expected... Uncool stuff: Some fucker stole the singer's purse (while
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they were playing), where she had her passport and $$$. Very very
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uncool!!!!! Also, the fucking bouncers were beating the shit out of the
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stagedivers, so bad that at one point the singer had to stop the song and
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"save" a fan from being beaten to death...
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***************************** T H E E N D *******************************
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Typed by: Shimon Godes <godes@decscc.tau.ac.il>
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************* M O T H E R ' S G E T T I N G W E A K E R ***************
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by K I N G D I A M O N D
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Album: "Them"
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Tonight would be the last night that
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we had our tea
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That bloody tea, which sent us into
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ecstasy
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Yesterday Mother complained, feeling
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dizzy, all in pain
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Mother's getting weaker, looking
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paler day by day
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As morning came, she could not make
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it out of bed
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And Grandma's spell was getting
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straight into her head
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Not a single word, she didn't seem to
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be alive
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Getting weaker, looking paler day by
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day
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Then Missy came in and she led me by
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the hand
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I didn't want to go, Oh but I should
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have known
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Mother was barely conscious, why
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should I care
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Just looking forward to the next
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ordeal
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I think I heard My sister begging me
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to stay
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She gave me the phone, so I could call
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someone for help
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I simply let go of her hand, then I cut
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the wire
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Missy was crying as I left them both
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behind
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And Mother's getting weaker, Missy
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shouted at My back
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"I hate You"
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********************* T O B E C O N T I N U E D ***********************
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Typed by: Lyrics Archive at ftp.uwp.edu
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by S L A Y E R
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Album: "Show No Mercy"
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Afraid to walk the streets
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In the coldness all alone
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The blackness of the night
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Engulfs your flesh and bones
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Hoping for relief
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>From the fear you feel inside
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Losing all perspective
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Of reality in the night
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(Chorus:)
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Running from shadows
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Blinded by fear
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The horror of nightfall
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Is ever so near
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I slowly surround you
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As terror sets in
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Are you afraid of the night
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I see the fright in your eyes
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As you turn and run
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But is your mind playing tricks
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On a body so very young
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Feeling as if no one cares
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The fear runs down your spine
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But I know I'll never rest
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Until I know you're mine
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(Chorus)
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Afraid to walk the streets
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In the coldness all alone
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The blackness of the night
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Engulfs your flesh and bones
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Feeling as if no one cares
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The fear runs down your spine
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But I know I'll never rest
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Until I know you're mine
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I know you're mine
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Too late to hide
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Too late to save your life
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Tormentor
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*************************** A C E S H I G H *****************************
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by I R O N M A I D E N
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Album: "Powerslave"
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There goes the siren that warns of the air raid
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Then comes the sound of the guns sending flak
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Out for the scramble we've got to get airborne
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Got to get up for the coming attack.
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Jump in the cockpit and start up the engines
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Remove all the wheelblocks there's no time to waste
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Gathering speed as we head down the runway
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Gotta get airborne before it's too late.
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Running, scrambling, flying
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Rolling, turning, diving, going in again
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Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die
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Run, live to fly, fly to live. Aces high.
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Move in to fire at the mainstream of bombers
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Let off a sharp burst and then turn away
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Roll over, spin round and come in behind them
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Move to their blindsides and firing again.
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Bandits at 8 O'clock move in behind us
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Ten ME-109's out of the sun
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Ascending and turning our spitfires to face them
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Heading straight for them I press down my guns
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Rolling, turning, diving
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Rolling, turning, diving, going in again
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Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die
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Run, live to fly, fly to live, Aces high.
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Typed by: The Lyrics Archive at ftp.uwp.edu
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**************** D E A D E M B R Y O N I C C E L L S ******************
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by S E P U L T U R A
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Album: "Arise"
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Land of anger
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I didn't ask to be born
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Sadness, sorrow
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Everything so alone
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Laboratory sickness
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Infects humanity
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No hope for cure
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Die by technology
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A world full of shit coming down
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Tribal violence everywhere
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Life in the age of terrorism
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We spit in your other face
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War of races
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World without intelligence
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A place consumed by time
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End of it all
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We're born With pain
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No more We're dead
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Embryonic cells
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Corrosion inside -- we feel
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Condemned future -- we see
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Emptiness calls -- we hear
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Final premonition -- the truth
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Land of anger
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I didn't ask to be born
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Sadness, sorrow
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Everything so alone
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Laboratory sickness
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Infects humanity
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No hope for cure
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Die by technology
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We're born With pain
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Suffer Remains
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We're born With pain
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Suffer Remains
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We're dead
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************************* T H I S L O V E *******************************
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by P A N T E R A
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Album: "Vulgar Display of Power"
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If ever words were spoken, painful and untrue.
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I said I loved but I lied
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In my life, all I wanted was the keeping of someone like you.
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As it turns out, deeper within me, love was twisted and pointed at you.
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- Never ending pain, quickly ending life -
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Chorus:
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You keep this love, thing, child, toy.
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You keep this love, fist, scar, break
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You keep this love.
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I'd been the tempting one, stole her from herself.
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This gift in pain, her pain was life.
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And sometimes, I feel so sorry.
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I regret this the hurting of you.
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But you make me so unhappy, I'd take my life and leave love with you.
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- I'd kill myself for you, I'd kill you for myself -
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(Chorus)
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No more head trips.
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Typed by: Death Incarnate
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***************** H A U N T I N G T H E C H A P E L *******************
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by S L A Y E R
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Album: "Haunting The Chapel"
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The holy cross
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Symbol of life
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Anticipate the lives of Christians born
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Speak of death
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The words of hate
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Anticipate the rules among the dead
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Hell has seen
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Priests condemned
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To bring forth the lord of the cross
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Strike twelve
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Raise the dead
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The chapel comes under attack
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The ghosts of dead
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Torment the priest
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Their altar will soon be destroyed
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Heaven's mass
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Turning black
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The church will belong to the dead
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Blackened magic
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And thus we're lost
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Lucifer will supreme
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The crystal ball
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Children of faith
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Their lasting eternal scream
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Those who never make the people scream
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Have no task for all of time
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Satan's form of soldiers stand in lust
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Destruction charged upon the cross
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Attacking there's seven ways to go
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Tormenting the priest, hell to the cross
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Haunting the chapel has to prevail
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Death will come to the house of God that failed
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****************** R I D E T H E L I G H T N I N G ********************
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by M E T A L L I C A
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Album: "Ride The Lightning"
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Guilty as charged
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But damn it, it ain't right
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There is someone else controlling me
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Death in the air
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Strapped in the electric chair
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This can't be happening to me
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Who made you God to say
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"I'll take your life from you!"
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chorus:
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Flash before my eyes
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Now it's time to die
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Burning in my brain
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I can feel the flames
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Wait for the sign
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To flick the switch of death
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It's the beginning of the end
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Sweat, chilling cold
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As I watch death unfold
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Consciousness my only friend
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My fingers grip with fear
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What I am doing here?
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chorus:
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Someone help me
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Oh please God help me
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They are trying to take it all away
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I don't want to die
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Time moving slowly
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The minutes seem like hours
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The final curtain call I see
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How true is this?
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Just get it over with
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If this is true, just let it be
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Wakened by the horrid cream
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Freed from the frightening dream
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chorus:
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***************************** T H E E N D *******************************
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Typed By: Bill Northrup <pioneer@cjbbs.com>
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*********************** B L A C K S A B B A T H *************************
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by B L A C K S A B B A T H
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Album: "Black Sabbath"
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What is this that stands before me?
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Figure in black which points at me
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Turn around quick, and start to run
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Find out I'm the chosen one
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Oh nooo!
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Big black shape with eyes of fire
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Telling people their desire
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Satan's sitting there, he's smiling
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Watches those flames get higher and higher
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Oh no, no, please God help me!
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Is it the end, my friend?
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Satan's coming 'round the bend
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people running 'cause they're scared
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The people better go and beware!
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No, no, please, no!
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[I think that this is one of the coolest songs ever... it's got an amazing
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plot and everything.. the only drawback is that it's like 15 minutes long!!
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I was going nuts trying to fit it on a 90 minute tape... anyways.. enjoy!
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-- Editor]
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********* R I M E O F T H E A N C I E N T M A R I N E R ***********
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by I R O N M A I D E N
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Album: "Powerslave"
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Hear the rime of the ancient mariner
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See his eye as he stops one of three
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Mesmerizes one of the wedding guests
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Stay here and listen to the nightmares of the sea.
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And the music plays on, as the bride passes by
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Caught by his spell and the mariner tells his tale.
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Driven south to the land of the snow and ice
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To a place where nobody's been
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Through the snow fog flies on the albatross
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Hailed in God's name, hoping good luck it brings.
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And the ship sails on, back to the North
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Through the fog and ice and the albatross follows on.
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The mariner kills the bird of good omen
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His shipmates cry against what he's done
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But when the fog clears, they justify him
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And make themselves a part of the crime.
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Sailing on and on and north across the sea
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Sailing on and on and north 'til all is calm.
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The albatross begins with its vengeance
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A terrible curse a thirst has begun
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His shipmates blame bad luck on the mariner
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About his neck, the dead bird is hung.
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And the curse goes on and on at sea
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And the curse goes on and on for them and me.
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"Day after day, day after day,
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we stuck nor breath nor motion
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as idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean
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Water, water everywhere and
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all the boards did shrink
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Water, water everywhere nor any drop to drink."
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There calls the mariner
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There comes a ship over the line
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But how can she sail with no wind in her sails and no tide.
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See...onward she comes
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Onward she nears out of the sun
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See, she has no crew
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She has no life, wait but here's two.
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Death and she Life in Death,
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They throw their dice for the crew
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She wins the mariner and he belongs to her now.
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Then...crew one by one
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they drop down dead, two hundred men
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She...she, Life in Death.
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She lets him live, her chosen one.
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"One after one by the star dogged moon,
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too quick for groan or sigh
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each turned his face with a ghastly pang
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and cursed me with his eye
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four times fifty living men
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(and I heard nor sigh nor groan)
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with heavy thump, a lifeless lump,
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they dropped down one by one."
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The curse it lives on in their eyes
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The mariner wished he'd die
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Along with the sea creatures
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But they lived on, so did he.
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and by the light of the moon
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He prays for their beauty not doom
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With heart he blesses them
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God's creatures all of them too.
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Then the spell starts to break
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The albatross falls from his neck
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Sinks down like lead into the sea
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Then down in falls comes the rain.
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Hear the groans of the long dead seamen
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See them stir and they start to rise
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Bodies lifted by good spirits
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None of them speak and they're lifeless in their eyes
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And revenge is still sought, penance starts again
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Cast into a trance and the nightmare carries on.
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Now the curse is finally lifted
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And the mariner sights his home
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spirits go from the long dead bodies
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Form their own light and the mariner's left alone.
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And then a boat came sailing towards him
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It was a joy he could not believe
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The pilot's boat, his son and the hermit,
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Penance of life will fall onto him.
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And the ship sinks like lead into the sea
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And the hermit shrieves the mariner of his sins.
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The mariner's bound to tell of his story
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To tell this tale wherever he goes
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To teach God's word by his own example
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That we must love all things that God made.
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And the wedding guest's a sad and wiser man
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And the tale goes on and on and on.
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***************************** T H E E N D *******************************
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Typed by: The Lyrics Archive at ftp.uwp.edu
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Ok, that's it folks... remember about the listserv, I'll be sending
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instructions on how to use the diskspace as soon as I get it online, and
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remember not to freak out if your Loud Lyrix is late in arriving, and
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finally... GET THOSE SUBMISSIONS IN TO ME!!!!!!!!!!! And the survey's too!!
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C-ya!
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End -- Loud Lyrix #16
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Ok.. thats all of 'em.. thanks for this Rita.
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