| Harker’s my name to you people I must say
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| What I’ve seen, think of me as mad if you may
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| The Carpethion Gothic ruin is alive an well
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| From its clutch I’ve made my flee
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| He lives, the prince of hell
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| His evil scheme has spread the plague that
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| Drains you of your life
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| Transforms you into living death as he did my wife
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| Listen my friends to my tale (the mass of death)
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| One by one he’ll own your souls
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| Make you the undead
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| Thriving in the darkness
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| Believe this words I’ve said
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| Legend has it through his heart
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| You must drive a stake
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| Exorcise him in his sleep
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| You must before he wakes
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| Destroy him before sunset
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| Or more loved ones will he seize
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| I dare not join you
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| For his fear still lives in me
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| Listen my friends to my tale (the mass of death)
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| Thunder roared from the pounding hoofs
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| The horses lead the black coach
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| That brings the demon to the church
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| Quick the sun now slowly sets
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| Larry solo
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| In silence they gathered
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| Around the great box
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| The creaking sound as the lid was removed
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| The sign of the cross, rosaries in hand
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| Placing the host upon his forehead
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| Then I heard a hellish howl
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| As it burned into his flesh
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| André solo
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| Rising in a vengeance
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| The priest was first to go
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| Slashing and biting engulfing at his throat
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| The holy water useless as well the crucifix
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| They all prayed for salvation
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| But his words were blasphemous
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| A sea of broken bodies marks the spot
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| Where he has been
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| The bloodless cadavers
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| Here suck dry of their sins
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| Listen my friends to my tale (the mass of death) |