| Let me tell you a story
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| Happened to me
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| That changed my life
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| And will chill the blood in your veins
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| Lonely I was roaming
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| Unaware of what could lurk beyond the hills
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| Hidden in twilight’s shades
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| Chutulu’s spawn
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| Older then time and space themselves
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| Through the cellar floor it rises
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| Chutulu’s spawn
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| A twisted geometry in her sight
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| The horror
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| The sky turned to black
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| I reached for a near shelter
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| A gloomy house where an old host
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| Was keeping a grim tale
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| He told me about the girl
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| Who stole the soul of his son, she led the house
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| To ruin and pain and still she haunt that place:
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| Chutulu’s spawn
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| Older then time and space themselves
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| Through the cellar floor it rises
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| Chutulu’s spawn
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| I must escape from this dark mansion
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| Terror rising
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| Her long black hair it seemed to live
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| Reminding the ancient myth of Medusa
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| «Do you want to see the: thing upstairs?»
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| Was the old man daring me?
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| «Stare at her portrait and she will come back to life»
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| And the painting started to move:
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| Again: and again: and again
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| As I saw her image I understood
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| The truth was more than meets the eye
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| She incarnated the ancient ones
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| That should not exist
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| The unholy Necronomicon’s forgotten breed
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| Possessed by fear I found my hand wielding the gun
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| Shooting with frantic speed
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| 'till the painting was destroyed
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| I ran away from that place and later on the road
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| A farmer told me that that house
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| Was burnt six years ago
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| (Inspired by the novel «Medusa's Coil», written by H.P. Lovecraft and Zealia
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| Bishop (May 1930)) |