| In 1799 when the moon started to shine
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| Bodies in the open ground
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| Their heads were nowhere to be found
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| It’s a haunted place out there
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| The people no longer care
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| All the evil ancient seed
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| Feeds peoples deadly greed
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| A ghost coming from the grave
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| No one here is surely safe
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| Twenty years has gone by
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| Now everybody will die
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| Under, under the blade
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| Under, under the blade I’m going
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| Under, under the blade
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| Under, under the blade
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| Out of the old oak tree
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| Love of carnage is the key
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| Riding on a horse so black
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| The bloody blade is back
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| Under, under the blade
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| Under, under the blade I’m going
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| Under, under the blade
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| Under, under the blade
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| Traffic on the graveyard
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| Everybody’s going down
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| The killing has begun
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| Deep in the western woods
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| You’re under the blade
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| The Devil’s crusade
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| The legend has returned
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| You’re under the blade
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| The Devil’s crusade
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| In fear you will burn
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| You’re under the blade
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| The Devil’s crusade
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| The legend has returned
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| You’re under the blade
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| The Devil’s crusade
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| In fear you will burn
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| Under, under the blade
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| Under, under the blade I’m going
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| Under, under the blade
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| Under, under the blade
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| I’m going under, under |