| Sucked into vortex on a full moon night
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| Air tasted sweet speed felt right
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| Down winding highways following cats eyes
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| Glowing fierce and pines my mind runs shallow
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| Eyelids getting heavy, the road tells me to follow
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| Into the desolate amongst the remains savaged isolation
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| Unexplained deaths in the valley
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| The myth of the devils lair lies deep in suspicion
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| And folklores for centuries
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| Credibility never challenged
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| Rumor panic smoke screen desire
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| To conceal reality
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| Nemesis or deceiver, stench of natures dungeon
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| Horror upon horror, shiver as the jackal howls
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| Looking our from the hillside
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| Smoke rises from the valley below
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| Unearthly screams cut through the rain
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| Every creature dies, paper houses burn
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| Tears fall at the Wall of Names
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| Sacrifice for freedom, punishment or reward
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| Take the journey of fear or hope
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| Nemesis or deceiver, stench of natures dungeon
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| Horror upon horror, shiver as the jackal howls
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| Lunatic fringe, aura of the shrouded pulls
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| Myth or man beyond the call |