[M: Cryonic Temple L: Axelsson]
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As the sun is going down, on a dark and cloudy sky,
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you can se there's something coming your way
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A wagon lead by horses, so black just like the night
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without a coachman and it's running on its own
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He's back to take his throne again
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So beware all my friends, lock up your doors tonight
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from this moment you shall never be alone
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Raise up all your hands, and hail the king tonight
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the King of Transylvania is coming home
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The legend talks about him, the returning of the Lord
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a name that no one ever dares to say
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Rumours told he's dead, killed in ancient times
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but that's a fatal lie and you will know
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He's watching all of us from his throne
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[Repeat chorus]
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[Leads - Both / Collin / Both / Ahonen]
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[Repeat chorus]
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King Of Transilvania
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| Cryonic Temple |
