See the child, pentagram in hand
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There's nothing that can stop him
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Psychopathic mind, misdirected wrath
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Towards all who dwell around him
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But they'll blame it on us
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And our music
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Throats and faces slashed
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The raping it would last
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Into victims, dying
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He broke into their room
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Sense impending doom
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Suspended animation
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Enjoying the pain
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Of his victims
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Oh, Nightstalker looms
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Inside of drugs
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Nightstalker, Nightstalker
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You'll blame it on song
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But you are wrong
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Nightstalker, Nightstalker
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What you don't understand
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And you can't comprehend
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Don't you try to explain it
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Until you live alone
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And feel the coldness roam
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Throughout your hollow soul
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Still you'll blame it on us
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And our music
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The night convicts you once more
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Like a bed traps a whore
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There's no escaping black instinct
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You've damned the innocent to blame
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Inflicting on us false shame
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Salem's children close to the link
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So take a look at yourself
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And worry 'bout no one else
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Take a look all around you
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Maybe someone you know
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Will need for you to show
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How it is that you found it
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Nightstalker
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| Hades |
