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Walking through beloved sites
Prowling through Deadpit sites
Sneak across the graves stalking around
Pointing inside - what's inside?
A Deadpit is near, we're palsied by fear
A Deadpit is near, feel the paradox of fear
The crime
The crime
The crime that removes the heads
