| I’ve seen the one the devil brings
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| Now we fear the wolves at night
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| Possession of a little girl
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| The father and the son
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| She hasn’t been herself in years
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| She hasn’t been herself in years
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| I fear the one that burns too bright
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| And i’m not invisible
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| To the evil wonder darkness
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| To the evil of her
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| She hasn’t been herself in years
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| She hasn’t been herself in years
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| Toss the bodies on the pile
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| Parasite in the heart
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| Black market, ancient coffins
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| Empty houses
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| There ain’t no sign
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| For the blackened death she’ll bring to you
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| All in time
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| Choke away the flames inside
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| Like a winter’s cold
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| Darkened ash and white as bone
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| Whoa
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| Try to take back her soul
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| She hasn’t been herself in years
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| She hasn’t been herself in years
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| She hasn’t been herself in years
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| She hasn’t been herself in years |