| The time has come
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| Some shapes loom up in the Darkness
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| The graveyard rises again…
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| The dirges of the wolves resound so
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| Sinister
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| A mystic fog awakes the Dead
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| The stillness of the tombstones
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| Is broken by a breath
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| The night of the resurrected Dead
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| Oh no, no, don’t try to escape your
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| Ruthless Fate
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| They are the obscure silent grim
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| Creatures from the Grave
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| I hear They’re coming to get you
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| Blind eyes that point at you!
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| They’re rising to get you
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| Look out, 'cause They’ll come very
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| Soon…
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| The moon is quickly faded
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| The earth now smells of Death
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| The tombstones move, grim creatures live
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| Again…
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| I hear They’re coming to get you
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| Blind eyes that point at you!
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| They’re rising to get you
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| Look out, 'cause They’ll come very
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| Soon…
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| Oh no, no, don’t try to escape your
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| Ruthless Fate
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| They are the obscure silent grim
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| Creatures from the Grave |