| He who shall not be named was named
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| Now nothing will ever be the same
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| Can you feel October slowly dying?
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| She felt a chill run down her neck
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| Dank smell of straw like a scarecrow’s breath
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| Can you feel October slowly dying?
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| The moon is full
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| The time is right to shed my evil demon’s light on you
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| Navigate by pumpkin’s light
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| This cornfield hides a shallow grave for you
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| The master spoke
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| Down came the night
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| Samhain demanding sacrifice
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| Can you feel October slowly dying?
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| Come Halloween she’ll rise again
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| Black druidess, Queen of the Damned
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| Can you feel October Slowly dying?
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| The moon is full
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| The time is right to shed my evil demon’s light on you
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| Navigate by pumpkin’s light
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| This cornfield hides a shallow grave for you
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| The moon is full
|
| The time is right to shed my evil demon’s light on you
|
| Navigate by pumpkin’s light
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| This cornfield hides a shallow grave for you |