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Come and rest with me In the bleeding hall A place for sinners A place for gall Come stay with me In the grey rooms A place for death A place for tombs Once you are in There is o going back Once the door shuts You are under attack Your mind and body Your hopes and fears You wish for death But form only tears The bleeding hall is a device Used to trap us all like mice The bleeding hall will torture you Until you lay, reborn anew Blackness fades And light shines through Even darkness Ends sometime too The bleeding hall is a place Used to teach a lesson The bleeding hall is watching you Waiting for your concession
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Sep 24, 2012
Sep 24, 2012 at 9:34 PM UTC
The Bleeding Hall
Come and rest with me In the bleeding hall A place for sinners A place for gall Come stay with me In the grey rooms A place for death A place for tombs Once you are in There is o going back Once the door shuts You are under attack Your mind and body Your hopes and fears You wish for death But form only tears The bleeding hall is a device Used to trap us all like mice The bleeding hall will torture you Until you lay, reborn anew Blackness fades And light shines through Even darkness Ends sometime too The bleeding hall is a place Used to teach a lesson The bleeding hall is watching you Waiting for your concession
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Sep 24, 2012
Sep 24, 2012 at 9:34 PM UTC
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