| In the silence of deserted hills
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| In the whisper of the winter night
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| From the darkness of the empty time
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| To the early shafts of morning light
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| You where out to pass another pleasant night
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| But soon you realized you’re just the chosen one
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| Love turns to pain, tears turns to blood
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| The hunt is on, you start to run
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| I’m the bloody hand
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| Of an ancient rite
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| And this is your last goodbye
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| There’s a voice that screams
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| In my twisted mind
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| It won’t live me until you die
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| Don’t stop your run, don’t turn around
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| Don’t cry, don’t scream, don’t make a sound
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| Fight for your life with all your might
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| Cause Satan’s wanting you tonight
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| It’s your blood that I’ll drink
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| From the Devil’s Graal
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| I watch the sacred fluid spilling
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| From your wounds
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| I gave you a night of joy before I
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| Let you fall
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| It is too late to change the wicked
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| Hands of doom
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| You only have to obey to the reaper’s
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| Call
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| I’m the boogie-man of this ruthless night
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| And I’ll tear your soul apart
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| I’ll carve my mark in your trembling flesh
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| Then you’ll feel my deadly bite
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| Don’t stop your run, don’t turn around
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| Don’t cry, don’t scream, don’t make a sound
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| Fight for your life with all your might
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| Cause Satan’s wanting you tonight
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| It’s your flesh that I’ll eat — from
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| The Devil’s Graal |