| When in rainy nights
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| The wind makes branches creak
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| And the silvery moon
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| Paints shadows in the streets
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| The gates of hell are opening for you
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| The messengers of doom are waiting too
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| In the season of the witch
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| You die in the last ditch
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| The servants of the end will roam the earth tonight
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| In the season of the witch
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| You die in the last ditch
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| The ladies of the dark give you a poisoned bite
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| When a clammy fog
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| Comes crawling from th sea
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| I can happen to you
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| That you will loose your way
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| You hav gone a little step to far
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| And tomorrow no one knows where you are |