| You see a figure in the mirror
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| An eerie abstract figure
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| Eyes ignite, like cold blue fire
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| Now you know your future’s desire
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| The realm in which you’ve wandered
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| Safe heaven, but nor you wonder
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| Is this life, granted to you
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| A grave opens, is it really true
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| The stalker, the stalker
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| The stalker, the stalker
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| The stalker, the stalker
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| The stalker, the stalker
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| You walk the streets as darkness falls
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| But the dreaded voice it calls
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| There behind a is a faint black shadow
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| The fear travels right through your marrow
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| I can see the fright, it wanders
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| Across the bones on your face
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| I lift my blade as the thunder
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| Cracks through and crushes all grace
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| The stalker, the stalker
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| The stalker, the stalker
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| The stalker, the stalker
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| The stalker, the stalker
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| Watch out!
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| It might have dawned on you
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| As all your (night)mares come true
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| That your very birth was a blunder
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| All your fortunes I plunder
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| You are on murderous ground
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| See the limbs scattered around
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| My mind is filled with hate
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| The last stab, I just can’t wait |