| Born to howls and tears, surrounded by spears
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| The people, gripped with fear, beheld him
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| He had the eyes of a rat and the wings of a bat
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| «So what you think about that?» |
| he asked them
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| And soon came the day they came to send him away
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| They said he could not stay among them
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| His existence was wrong he’d terrorized them too long
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| 200 villagers strong upon him
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| The Noctuus smiled, and drew back his hood
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| Flames erupted from the ground where he stood
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| They tried to run but none of them could
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| The Noctuus! |
| The Noctuus!
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| Babes were pulled screaming out of their beds
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| While the villagers pleaded and begged
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| Morning came and the village was dead
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| The Noctuus! |
| The Noctuus! |