| 3000 years ago, in the land of egypt
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| Pharao’s first born child
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| Dies in the bloom of her youth
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| High priest they gather
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| To summon an evil spell
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| To bring back her soul
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| But in darkness she will dwell
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| Behind the sweet mask of beauty
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| Rest a beast foul as the very depths of hell
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| Enchanting, seduces the week one
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| She tears out your soul and forever is gone
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| Queen of egypt, buried in a crypt
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| A tale of sorrow is her
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| Yours to, if you don’t beware
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| One night each seventh year
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| Rising from the grave
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| Blackened heart stone-cold as ice
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| Her soul was never saved
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| Don’t walk in her path
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| Stay out of her way
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| If her eyes are on you
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| You’ll never get away |