This twisted wretched place shadowed by the utmost darks of hell
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In dreams of black beyond the bounds of a withered witch's spell
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Where the doors surely are locked when the sun threatens to wane
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Where shamblers dwell in dim moon light beyond the warmth of day
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Liars line the roads at dawn
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Watchful eyes are upon you held
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Sacred weapons to the sacred revealed to be unleashed upon the council of hell
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Blood flows down the streets at night where wolves cry out for flesh
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Where a horrible curse taints the woodlands nearby with the forms of the walking dead
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Unholy inversion of hope twisting the faith of the meek into hate
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Driven insane by the dark one to bring fourth the foul biddings he speaks
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The undead are among us 'till they shrink back to their silken beds
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They dance by night and drink the blood of a child's broken neck
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His spires are growing taller still shadows spreading throughout the land freeing the evils that sleep within the weaker minds of man
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(solo)
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Into the tower never go the horrors multiply
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The gears can mince the strongest ones leaving heroes paralyzed
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The rivers flow with poison
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The sands swallow you whole
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The ghouls that roam this darkened wood are thirsting for your throat
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Unholy inversion of hope twisting the faith of the meek into hate
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Driven insane by the dark one to bring forth the foul biddings he speaks
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The undead are among us 'till they shrink back to their silken beds
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They dance by night and drink the blood of a child's broken neck
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His spires are growing taller still shadows spreading throughout the land freeing the evils that sleep within the weaker minds of man
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What A Horrible Night To Have A Curse
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| The Black Dahlia Murder |
