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Medieval corpses
Coming from the grave
Like every year their bloodlust grows
No virigin will be safe
A new man in town
Involved in the rite
Not knowing what terrible things happen
one week at midnight
His job is to safe lifes
But will he safe his own?
His wife gets into trouble
Man, he should have known!
The corpses attack their house
No way to escape
No way out from this bloody story
Fuck this destined fate!
Night of the seagulls
The corpses will return
Night of the seagulls
Finally they burn!
Then, at least they found a way
A new chance - to make them pay
In the end they all rot away
