| Shadows repent, while your sleeping,
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| the demon caresses your soul.
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| Dream not a place where you meet face to face,
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| with all of the fears that you know.
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| You walk in a daze, you can’t see through the haze,
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| It’s time that you started to run.
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| Back through the ages and turn back the pages,
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| before God created the sun.
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| Do you know his name?
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| He is the father of Death to us all.
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| Do you know who to blame?
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| Legions who slaughter and laugh as we fall.
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| Arms out reaching, banshee screeching,
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| the wind howls out your name.
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| You run till your heaving, its hard to be breathing
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| in the smoke from Hell’s flame.
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| Darkness is calling you, down your falling.
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| Your hoping that soon it will end.
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| This nightmare is breaking, the screams you are making,
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| Truth comes to my mother’s hand.
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| Whoah, he’s gonna take you down.
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| Whoah, you’re gonna burn in Hell.
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| Shadows repent, while your sleeping
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| the demon carsses your soul.
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| Dream not a place where you meet face to face,
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| with all of the fears that you know.
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| You walk in a daze, you can’t see through the haze,
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| It’s time that you started to run.
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| Back through the ages and turn back the pages,
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| before God created the sun.
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| He may win the battle but not win the war,
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| we will not give him places to dwell.
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| Soon Armegeddon will come like the thunder,
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| the Prince will be banished to Hell.
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| Fist Banging Mania!
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| You know that they mean well
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| But it still makes you frown
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| Why can’t they really thrash
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| And put their fist bangs down
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| Save th |