| There’s a horror in my soul
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| That I want so very much to know
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| I’ve learned the arts
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| From the worst blackguards
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| And now I’m living under the rose
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| I want to free this devilry
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| Hellhound running loose
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| Hothouse phantoms thrill my mind
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| If you only knew
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| Oh yes, I know
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| A place where evil grows
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| Like monstrous orchids in thorny rows
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| To rend and twist
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| With horrid artifice
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| Like Bacchus pursuing Amethyste
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| I want to free this devilry
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| Hellhound running loose
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| Hothouse phantoms thrill my mind
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| If you only knew
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| There’s a light on Half Moon Street
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| In this house we often meet
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| As my enemies grew bolder
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| They moved in closer
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| But I’m in league with something older
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| And now it is time
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| Alive with drugs and wine
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| This world and all the rest I’ll leave behind
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| Their mysteries I’ve been told
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| I’ve been brought deep into the fold
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| Of a circle unspeakably old
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| I want to free this devilry
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| Hellhound running loose
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| Hothouse phantoms thrill my mind
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| If you only knew
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| There’s a light on Half Moon Street
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| London house of witchery
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| As my enemies grew bolder
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| They moved in closer
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| But I’m in league with something older |