| Ancient deceiver
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| Creeping forward through the land
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| Age old curse of centuries
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| Moving silently across the sand
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| Once seen as immortal
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| Evidently as it stalks
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| Far too long the people wait
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| For the blood red sun
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| As thousands warned
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| Bring me the head
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| The scriptures say it will be so
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| Bring me the head of the demon
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| Daylight a memory
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| Only whispered to return
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| Shades of death
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| Have come to life
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| To remind us power must be earned
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| Faithful the keepers
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| And the ritual they believed
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| By the dawn the demon comes
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| And they see the child for which they grieve
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| Bring me the head
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| The scriptures say it will be so
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| Bring me the head of the demon
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| Bring me the head
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| We pray beneath the blood red sun
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| Bring me the head of the demon
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| Feeding on faith of the helpless
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| Leaving them more than the hand of fate
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| Bring me the head
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| The scriptures say it will be so
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| Bring me the head of the demon
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| Bring me the head
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| We pray beneath the blood red sun
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| Bring me the head of the demon
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| Bring me the head
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| The head of the demon |