| Came howling through the night
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| With righteous bombast
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| Claimed to be chosen to chase off the darkness
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| Said in possession of that singular light
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| To be a beacon in such times of starkness
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| Through such times of starkness
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| Through such times of starkness
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| Showed us the devil and his vicious gang
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| Beneath his gloomy canvas overhang
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| Told us the tales of woe
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| And tribulations we would undergo
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| Came barging through the dusk erected his dome
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| Claimed the anointed task of being our warden
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| To chase the horror out from every nook
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| And set the sacred house right back into order
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| But as the dawn came you could spot his fangs
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| The sun cloaked by his shadow overhang
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| And in that shadow lived
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| The devils it told us not to forgive
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| Under a worn canvas skin
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| Within a circle of sin
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| There dance two terrible twins
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| Dressed up in different skin, set to win
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| Control of our hearts and minds
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| To rule over every kind
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| Control of our hearts and
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| Wide open eyes
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| Empty mesmerized
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| Follow into perdition
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| With every step
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| Goes another neck
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| A fair price of admission
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| Wide open eyes
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| Empty mesmerized
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| Follow into perdition
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| With every step
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| Breaks another neck
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| A fair price of admission
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| No room between
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| Here every colour is clean
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| Control of our hearts and minds
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| No room between
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| Here every colour is clean
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| Control of our hearts and minds |