| This oblong box I owe my birth
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| Like I’m the last man on this earth
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| Another journey into fear
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| The cry of banshees getting clear
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| The mask of Red Death never weeps
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| And creeping while the city sleeps
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| Relaxing on a bed of nails
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| The mad magician never fails
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| Despite the ravages of time
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| The Tingler’s creeping up my spine
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| The house of Usher’s falling down
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| The Raven claws his thistled crown
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| And talks to spirits of the dead
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| The madman’s diary has been read
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| These tales of terror never end
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| As Dr. Phibes rises again |