| That fateful moonlight night forever haunts my dreams
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| The fog hung in the air just like a dead man
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| Within the woods there stood the witch’s house
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| Unholy hovel of the damned
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| The lock broke easily enough
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| That wicked crone was soon to be within my grasp
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| I should’ve turned back on that night
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| Before the witch’s spell was cast
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| Sorcery of the black goat with 1000 young
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| Uttering incantations of the fallen one
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| Forsaken rites have conjured accursed gateways
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| Into foul realms of unworldly origin
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| I found her praying in the attic
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| Bowing to that altar of the goat
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| I froze with fear at what no mortal eyes should see
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| Panic stricken screams escaped my throat
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| The symbols on the wall, they came alive
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| Hideous laughter filled the room
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| Reality crumbled away beneath my feet
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| By swirling vortexes of chaos now consumed
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| Nightmares from the beyond
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| Lost in a dreamscape of madness
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| Her disembodied eyes follow me through this tenebrous labyrinth
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| Awakening in the cell of the asylum
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| My tale too maddening to ever be believed
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| Burned in my palm, the black mark of the horned one
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| A cursed symbol of unworldly origin |