| April thirtieth, the souls of the risen
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| Are leading the way. |
| The first of May
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| Black magic night, witches holiday
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| Their torches glow
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| Eternal evil, it summons
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| The lords of hell, just once a year
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| Compel and beware the spell of the jackyl
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| Can’t break the spell
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| Won’t break the spell
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| The spell of the shadowless man
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| The witches fornicate, the demons dance
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| Blackmass romance
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| In hellish praise
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| Round Bröcken they prance
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| Their numbers grow
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| A harpie chants, fire fountains glow
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| Virgin of snow burnt by the torch
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| Of the one with no shadow
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| I saw his face, I’ve seen him before
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| The face of the shadowless man
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| As dawn breaks through the trees
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| Lonely town falls to their knees
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| A solemn belfry begins to toll
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| The mass begins to sing familiar hymns
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| Man in black has his back to the crowd
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| Spreads his wings and turns around
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| As my heart begins to pound
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| Because you, you’re the one I
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| Saw in flight, at Walpurgis Night
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| You’ve betrayed and cursed the light
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| At Walpurgis Night
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| You’re the one I saw in flight
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| Walpurgis Night
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| At the setting of the sun |