Will you hold my hand and we will walk on earth again?
There's no sunshine in this dark, dusty chamber
Lying comfortably in my coffin bed made of timber
Many thought I was murdered and dismembered
There were memories which I still vividly remembered
When the villagers surrounded me, I was outnumbered
Today, I just woke up from my thousand years slumber
I can only remember what happened in my last November...
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