| See our Faces when the Lightning strikes
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| A gruesome Nightmare coming real tonight
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| The living Dead shall stalk this cursed Place
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| Black Coffins open, Blood is what we crave
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| The Undead hunger for your Soul
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| Vampires thirsting for your Blood
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| Grey is the Skin, so are the Bones
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| Our Graves were the Soil and the Mud
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| We are the Horrors of Satan
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| The Children of the Mighty Undead
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| We are the Horrors of Satan
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| Bloodthirsty Ghouls that find no Rest
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| Lycanthropic Shadows howl their Warning
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| Bewitched Souls, Pentagrams are forming
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| Corpses march towards the Living they are forced
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| To once again find the Life they lost
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| Thin Arms of the Trees try to catch your Soul
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| They come alive as Crosses fall, their Touch is cold
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| Their Eyes are glowing bloody red in this Night
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| On Souls they feed, damned in Pain, a fearsome Sight
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| We are the Horrors of Satan
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| The Children of the Mighty Undead
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| We are the Horrors of Satan
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| Bloodthirsty Ghouls that find no Rest
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| Grey Ghosts rise, eight Feet tall
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| Voices sing from bottomless Wells
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| We will never find our Rest
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| We are forever damned to Hell
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| Witches ride their Broomsticks
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| Gathering Goats and Bats
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| Mixing poisonous Elixir
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| Turning all Living into Rats
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| The Orchestra of the Undead will play
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| Their vicious Parts for the Dark
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| A Homage paid to the Lord of this World
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| Enchanting Tunes as black as Tar
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| But… A Grave defiled shall be your Home
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| Now sleep forever, in Pain you will dwell
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| Your Soul is consumed as the Torture ends
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| But… the Horrors of Satan will rise again…
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| There can’t be no Rest… |