| «They call me impaler
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| The great Nosferatu!»
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| And with that he explodes across the room
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| He grabs the Witch and bites her
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| The Bloodsucker’s teeth are sharp
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| The son smells blood and rips his mom apart
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| Lines are drawn
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| And it’s «game on»
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| I fear we’ll all be gone
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| By the break of dawn
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| Break of dawn
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| Break of dawn
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| Break of dawn
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| So many souls will fall
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| Death waits to reap 'em all
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| By the break of dawn
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| Break of dawn
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| Break of dawn
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| With pitchworks and torches
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| Some of them have guns
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| The town folk mob shouts:
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| «We have had enough!
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| Give us back our Lizzie
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| You god forsaken witch!
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| We’ll burn you at the stake for what you did!»
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| «You crossed the line this one last time!
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| She-Demon be gone!»
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| And now the door is swinging open
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| Much to the town folk’s surprise
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| Emerging out of the cabin
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| Two bloodied creatures of fright
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| And the Count spoke:
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| «So even you now dare to face me?!
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| You puny mortal souls…»
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| The two were wraiths ripping and biting
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| Folks had nowhere to go
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| All the while
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| The son was inside
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| Eating up
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| His mother’s guts
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| And all the while
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| Poor Billy watched
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| From the woods
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| All the townfolk died
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| Blinding rage
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| The Vampire turned
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| Wolf ran inside
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| He followed her
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| Against the wall
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| She barred her teeth
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| A silver knife
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| Was within reach
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| Rolling on the floor
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| His and her fangs find the mark
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| They bump into the Zombie
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| And he bites both of them hard
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| Slipping past her ribs
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| The deadly silver tip
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| Her heart the knife did prick
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| She said: «Oh why, my prince?»
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| Unseen by all
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| Billy sneaks inside
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| He has a stake
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| To the counts heart he strikes
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| And now they all are gone
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| It’s the break of the dawn
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| Break of dawn
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| Break of down
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| Break of dawn
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| So many souls did fall
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| Death waits to reap 'em all
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| It’s the break of dawn |