| As I first laid my eyes on this scene
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| I noticed three spires colored black
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| On the horizon
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| Nary a light to be found
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| But billowing smoke from some stacks
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| A terrible town by the sea
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| Hiding their horrible deal with the deep
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| A sickening secret beneath
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| A God to them all, this is wrong
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| Servants of Dagon
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| Death from the deep
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| Servants of Dagon
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| The dead never sleep
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| Finally some people I see
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| Twisted, deformed, looking weak
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| Won’t you tell me, what’s going on?
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| Some of them struggled to speak
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| Telling me leave and be gone
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| A terrible town by the sea
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| Hiding their horrible deal with the deep
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| A sickening secret beneath
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| A God to them all, this is wrong
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| Servants of Dragon
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| The longer I remained
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| The more I lost my mind
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| In twisted, crippled, shapes
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| My sanity unwinds
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| I must escape
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| Before they take my life
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| I ran to the edge of the Sea
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| There by the docks was a raft
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| Won’t you take me, away from this place?
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| As the town began fading away
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| I felt something wet grab my hand
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| A terrible town by the sea
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| Hiding their horrible deal with the deep
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| A sickening secret beneath
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| A God to them all, this is wrong
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| Servants of Dagon
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| Death from the deep
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| Servants of Dagon
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| The dead never sleep
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| Dagon
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| Servants of Dagon |