Black Sun Empire - 1-800 Contact lyrics
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Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
   Mighty and dreadful, for thou are not so;
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones and soul's delivery.
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, Nor yet canst thou kill me.

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