| Back in the fourteenth century
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| When the world was plagued by horrid diseases
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| Discovered lifeless bodies were buried
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| Knowing very little about true symptoms of death
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| Those who stiffen in the stage of morbidity
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| Were then considered dead
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| Autopsies were unknown at that time
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| Unconsciousness could have been fatal to your life
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| Catalepsy, from this plague a lot have died
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| Ignorance sent to the grave people alive
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| There’s no way to save yourself from this calamity
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| Life will be for you a simple memory
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| Faint! |
| Now you’re paralysed
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| Catalepsy soon will take your life
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| Try not to close your eyes
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| Cause death will be to life a deadly lie
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| When you’re entombed Within your mind you wait and
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| pray if you could talk The only things that you would say
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| «I'm still alive… Please!""I'm still alive… Don’t bury me!»
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| (Lead: Luc Lemay)
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| What a sad way to end a mortal life
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| But it’s better off buried
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| Than to be embalmed alive
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| I’ve been lost in a jungle
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| For an hour and fifteen days
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| Hopelessly searching for exits
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| In this lethal maze
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| Footsteps I have taken
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| Each one driving me insane
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| Always turning in circles
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| In this hostile jungle
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| Having dropped my last piece of food
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| The most vital thing I never wished to loose
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| I slipped and found myself in a dark place like hell
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| At the bottom of a pit where I had fell
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| Surrounded by a rancid smell
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| Of corpses that previously fell
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| Among bones shredded flesh and crawling maggots
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| Then I knew that I shall stay there to rot
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| Gashes appearing everywhere
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| Scars I’m wishing in despair
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| Before maggots devoured my insides
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| I’ll commit myself to suicide
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| (Lead: Luc Lemay)
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| Above me I heard people talking
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| Having lost my voice, I was unable to scream
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| They had a look and saw me lying in my knees
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| Then went away thinking I was deceased
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| Below me no one is talking
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| If you have your voice, just once you’re screaming
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| Have a fast look before falling on your knees
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| No hope is left when you are deceased |