| Full of fear as you walk in the night
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| The darkness holds you in its cold embrace
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| The dusk swallows a light of the day
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| All the good is replaced by evil
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| The dreamworld and the sounds of the dark
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| Are beyond of your comprehension
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| And all them witches fly through the night
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| The spell is upon the burden of your soul, not mine
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| And all them witches fly through the night
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| The spell is upon the burden of your soul, not mine
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| Carried away, dreaming while awake
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| Seeing nightly fantasies of abnormalities
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| So absurd and dumb to believe that
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| These delusions are for true
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| Born in the minds of dull women
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| And from weak faith of simple men
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| And all them witches fly through the night
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| The spell is upon the burden of your soul, not mine
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| And all them witches fly through the night
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| The spell is upon the burden of your soul, not mine
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| Spell on the burden of soul
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| Spell on the burden of soul
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| Spell on the burden of soul |