| Town clock echo splits the night
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| The witching hour moves even closer to the brink of time that is at hand
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| Sound of heels pound the street from the curse that rules the town
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| Chill of death has come to reap the damned
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| For years ago he went away and now he’s back to claim
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| The unsuspected souls to justify his death
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| Oh, foolish one, you’d best make haste. |
| There is no time
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| To contemplate. |
| The hammer brings the twelfth and your last breath
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| He’s the one who holds the night in the hollow of his hand
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| Evil reigning ruler of the dark
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| Striking with a furious urge, a thunderbolt from hell
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| Everything he touches bears his mark
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| Seeking no amusement in any lovers foolish games
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| But go ahead and let them all begin
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| He lives his life in malice, not a single night in shame
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| Burning bright the everlasting flames of sin
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| I’m a man who shows no mercy for the weak
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| No mercy! |
| (Repeat)
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| Dangling at the end of your rope, can’t you see it’s 'round your neck
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| Desolation of another kind
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| Your head’s in heaven flying high. |
| Your heart’s in hell burning lust
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| Infatuation’s always in your mind
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| You’re the perfect sinner, yes, the one who stabbed me
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| In the back. |
| You’ve got no guts, just like the rest
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| Thrust my blade in, give a twist, tear a scream from your lips
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| One o’clock takes your final breath |