| The statues of iron stand tall, heads sky high
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| So ancient and spread across the land
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| Yeah their makers and purpose are unknown
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| Yet to them we still pray
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| Writings of prophets are proved to be true
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| The land shall be conquered and burned
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| And the beast is awakening now
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| Just awaiting its cue
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| Moonbeast, Moonbeast
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| Moonbeast, Moonbeast cometh
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| As the sun wanes so the moon takes its place
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| But the glow once caressing is gone
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| The ultimate evil is so close waiting to incarnate
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| Moonbeast, Moonbeast, Moonbeast
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| Moonbeast cometh!
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| There are runes on the statues confusing us
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| Saying «Become us and be victorious!»
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| Don’t mind us asking because we gotta know
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| We see that skull form in the clouds
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| Who do we turn to, to whom do we pray?
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| The snake-faced statues make no sound
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| Remaining silent, the moon feels ominous
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| It wants to swallow us, help us!
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| And all this time we spent just wondering around
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| We should have been preparing our own burial ground
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| Because we all might fall down like them dominoes
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| Only god knows how we’ll save our mortal souls
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| Moonbeast, Moonbeast
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| Moonbeast, Moonbeast cometh |