| the end of the beginning |
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| Under the blanket of night |
| When the children awaken in fright |
| Something is calling them off in the wind |
| Something more wicked than demons and sin |
| Could it be him, the one that we curse |
| Who fell from the ceiling corrupting the earth |
| We don’t mention his name, no not in these parts |
| Especially not now in this hour of dark |
| But one thing’s for sure, these children we were |
| No longer are taught to be seen and not heard |
| We answer to no one but that of ourself |
| So back away monster and return thee to hell |
