| A relic from the sands of time an old and worn antique
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| This ugly doll has come to her it holds a great mystique
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| Around its neck a guarding chain is said to stop its life
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| So with a smile and a laugh she sets the doll aside
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| The sun arrives she makes her day and looks up for the doll
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| It strikes her odd to find its chain has broke, the creature’s gone
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| The waiting ghoul lunges out and looks into her eyes
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| The ancient spell has come for her and now she’s going to die
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| Striking, fighting this vicious monster
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| Poisoned fumes within her blood its soul as dark as coal
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| As evil lurks within the veins of the horrid awful doll
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| It lives for death and brutal war to all that find its world
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| Attack and kill to the death is all it’s ever known
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| Striking, fighting this vicious monster
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| The spirit of the Zuni tribe lives on in battle lust
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| It’s here and there and everywhere and all so hideous
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| It craves to feed and in frenzied greed a predator of hell
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| For instinct tells it kill all man consume the human soul
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| The human soul, soul!
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| She’s looking for answers in this world of fright
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| She’s running in terror to hide from its sight
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| Her heart is pounding its teeth as sharp as knives
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| It’s like a dream she can’t believe this thing has come to life
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| And she can’t escape it as she will surely die
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| For it needs her soul to go on and on and carry on its kind
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| Now she’s the victim of a curse from ancient times
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| What once were laughs turned to screams tearing apart…
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| The night!
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| Yes it’s too late her world enslaved
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| And she can’t be saved, for she is its prey
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| Can you feel the doom? |
| And can you feel the fear?
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| Imagine it was you!
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| Striking, fighting this vicious monster
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| And now her blood becomes the doll
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| He’s in her heart as evil grows
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| Its spirit writhes she screams in pain
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| For it is now born again
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| A life of Zuni has been done
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| Act complete the beast has won! |