| In the shadows it’s crawling
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| Towards the pale light
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| In the moonlight
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| It twists and turns
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| When the darkness is freezing
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| From the blood of the moon
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| And the howling is bleeding your name
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| From the cold winds of the moon
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| It’s spreading like rats
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| In the cold light
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| It turns into red
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| In the shadows its crawling
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| Towards the pale light
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| In the moonlight
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| It twists and turns
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| It’s cold
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| It’s riding, its riding
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| The devil in red
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| It’s crawling, its crawling
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| A devilish triumph under moon
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| It’s riding, its riding
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| The darkness prevails
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| It’s freezing, its freezing
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| In the blood of the moon |