| The full moon’s shining high in the sky
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| A screaming black bat passes by
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| A cold draught strangles your throat
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| You try to move but you’re leashed in chains
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| You feel your end’s coming and the power of darkness
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| The devil has come to require your soul
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| You have no right to refuse it
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| You have to say good-bye, and go
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| The curtains are moving and a shadow appears
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| Your blood is still frozen, you’re nearly killed by
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| Fears
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| A dark shadow creeps to your deathbed
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| It’s too late to regret your sins
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| He says to you, «Well, surrender
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| I want your soul for hell»
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| You have no right to refuse it
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| You have to say good-bye, and go
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| Oh sorry, you’d never done anything wrong
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| But nobody cares if you are gone
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| You were full of prejudices, badness and real sin
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| You were against sexual liberty, long hair and the
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| Indolent youth
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| I don’t want your fucking morals and god
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| 'Cause I’m the deuce
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| Go and burn in purgatory
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| Go and burn in hell
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| Go and burn all your sins away
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| Go and burn in hell |