| The night dies in the morning
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| And hell is gone at dawn
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| He sent no bible warning
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| Forsaken and forlorn
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| The night was wild
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| Black magic has its price
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| Remember me?
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| You’ll meet the devil twice!
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| In the morning when I wake
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| No more souls are left to take
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| And I wonder why I’m here
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| The Sun is up, it’s almost nine
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| And I’m standing in a sign
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| I feel a slowly rising fear
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| In a circle did I sleep?
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| Had I blasphemies to keep?
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| The scent of sulphur in the air
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| Hail, hail pentagram
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| Hail, hail pentagram
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| God damnit
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| What have I done?
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| Panic… panic in the pentagram
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| Panic… Satanism ain’t no fun
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| Ohhh… panic in the pentagram
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| Ohhh… panic in the pentagram
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| I count my cash, it’s six six six
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| Enough to cross the river styx
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| I pay to Cerberos the fare
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| On the altar I could dance
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| Put your soul in deadly trance
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| But I better should beware
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| Hail, hail pentagram
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| Hail, hail pentagram
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| God damnit
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| What have I done?
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| Panic… panic in the pentagram
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| Panic… Satanism ain’t no fun
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| Ohhh… panic in the pentagram
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| Ohhh… panic in the pentagram |