| And again, these rumors spread throughout the village
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| That at night evil spirits dart around the churchyard
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| They scare all passers-by
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| They yell, howl, and sometimes they bite
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| People are afraid to pass by the cemetery at night
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| At least pay them a thousand bucks,
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| And they run and fly sideways
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| To avoid meeting those otherworldly punks
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| And they speak badly about that dead place
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| So we need to stick together
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| We have been hunting for spirits for a long time
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| Well, here in the village they are just a whole wagon and cart
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| A deaf place is here, and people are dark, in general,
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| But we will teach them everything and we will destroy the beast
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| We are the valiant warriors of light
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| We are the chosen knights of the Holy Testament
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| Boldly we will go into battle!
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| We will easily kick the fanged chmyry
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| Christ Himself is our commander
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| We are special forces, vampire slayers
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| They, contented, sleep during the day in their coffins
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| And we, by all means, need to find them
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| In attics, basements, cellars, they can be
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| Oh, how not to forget to grab more stakes for us?
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| The drum calls for a battle of great importance
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| And this predestination is prepared for us by God
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| We will burn, kill, slaughter, cut the fucking throats
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| Straight to death, what the hell, listen, dear, come on, call!
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| Death to them! |
| The machine won't take them
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| But our aspen stake will send their souls to hell
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| We'll break the fangs, we'll break off the horns
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| And we'll fucking break their dead ribs
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| So that they no longer attack us
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| Push them to the end!
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| We'll burn vampires for sure
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| So that there is not a single ghoul, damn it, on ...
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| We are the valiant warriors of light
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| We are the chosen knights of the Holy Testament
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| Boldly we will go into battle!
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| We will easily kick the fanged chmyry
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| Christ Himself is our commander
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| We are special forces, vampire slayers
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| They come out at night to drink fresh blood
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| When the night falls be ready people
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| Rather, close your doors with bolts
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| When 12 strikes, be ready for anything
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| Hang your windows with garlic flowers,
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| And here they are, the goats, gritting their teeth again
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| You won't sleep at night, because these children of the night
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| They again fixed their eyes on you through the window
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| And if you are afraid to fight him in the middle of the night
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| Call us - we will come, we will kill his goat
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| We are the valiant warriors of light
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| We are the chosen knights of the Holy Testament
|
| Boldly we will go into battle!
|
| We will easily kick the fanged chmyry
|
| Christ Himself is our commander
|
| We are special forces, vampire slayers
|
| Boldly we will go into battle!
|
| We will easily kick the fanged chmyry
|
| Christ Himself is our commander
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| We are special forces, vampire slayers |