| It’s a hurly-burly full-moon
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| Blood is boiling in our veins
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| But the dawn will be there to soon
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| Time is short — nothing remains
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| Tonight the air is burning
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| Destination: 666
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| Just like a divine yearning
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| It’s our will to cross the styx
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| We turned the world around
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| With helter-skelter on our minds
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| Stand against so you’ll fail
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| Walk with us or burn in hell
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| And when you fry no one 'll cry
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| We’ll await your last goodbye
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| This world demands all your devotion
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| Oh Yes we praise the twilight
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| And nothing seems to pacify
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| The only way to be is by night
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| A certain force one can’t deny
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| Tonight the air is burning
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| Destination: 666
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| Just like a divine yearning
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| It’s our will to cross the styx
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| The sirens, now calling, ('re) taking your sanity
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| No chance to resist their magical sound
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| No matter what you do or say
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| You can cry or even pray
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| Your soul is lost now in anyway
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| You’ll never find the light of day
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| Legions Of Black took it away
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| So be with us forevermore!
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| We turned the world around
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| With helter-skelter on our minds
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| Stand against so you’ll fail
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| Walk with us or burn in hell
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| And when you fry no one 'll cry
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| We’ll await your last goodbye
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| This world demands all your devotion
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| … your devotion |