| My name is Elliot Worthington
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| My loving wife is ill nothing can be done
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| To make matters worse
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| We have a nine month old son
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| We’re leaving the seventh physician
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| We’ve seen in London
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| Crawling out of the shadows
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| Creeping into our lives
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| Desperate are the measures
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| Terrible are the times
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| An ancient evil can’t ever be controlled
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| Don’t make a mistake and invite evil into your life
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| Ancient evil, ancient evil… an ancient evil
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| Azim is my name don’t be afraid
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| Twisted and crippled
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| I am as I was made
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| I work for a man by his hand
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| Annabelle can be saved
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| But please don’t ask me how
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| I know your wife’s name
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| He handed me a piece of paper
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| He said to me go there tonight
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| He slipped away into the alley
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| It was the year of 1869
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| An ancient evil can’t ever be controlled
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| Don’t make a mistake and invite evil into your life
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| An ancient evil, don’t ever justify
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| Or your soul will be paying the price
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| Evil it’s on the rise
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| Ancient evil
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| I took his advice and did just what he said
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| I’ve nothing to lose my wife soon would be dead
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| I’ve something to show you
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| That just might save your bride
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| Bring me a living soul back to my lair
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| A life for a life it only seems fair
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| This procedure will take place tomorrow night
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| I swear by my name Allistar all will be made right
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| I returned to find my lady kneeling
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| Passing out onto the floor
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| Another soul I would be stealing
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| But Annabelle would be restored
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| An ancient evil can’t ever be controlled
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| Don’t make a mistake and invite evil into your life
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| An ancient evil, don’t ever justify
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| Or your soul will be paying the price
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| Evil it’s on the rise
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| Ancient evil
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| An evil deep in London has arrived! |