| The supernatural is everywhere
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| Sometimes it’s leaving his realm
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| To terrorize over the earth
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| Bounded with the fear of mankind
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| It joins witht the servants of hell
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| And dispossess the wake of good
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| The heaven fight his useless fight
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| The power of hell awoke
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| The nature holds back her breath
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| Evil takes possession of time
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| The black bird of death cries his call
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| Halls back from the cemetary walls
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| Down from the town of the dead
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| The reaper rises up to kill
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| He chooses his helpmates from the dead
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| And speaks exorcisms to resuscitate
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| Now the ground if filled with undead life
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| Hands break from down through the surface
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| When summer goes to the end
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| The dawn reigns the land
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| The reaper calls the beyoyed spels
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| To raise the dead
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| Broken eyes are open wide
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| The strength of hell
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| Streams through their veins
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| Samhain
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| The wind howls through the branchless trees
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| Brings the smell of corruption
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| Attended by the transparant inscrutable
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| Marches his army of samhain
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| The magic of mayhem is bursting
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| Drives n the corpses to march
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| The reaper takes over command
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| Soon fear will rule the land
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| When summer goes to the end
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| The dawn reigns the land |