The shadows are thick and Old
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I'm searching the dark for my love
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Behind the Theater of Puppet Shows
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I find the stairs to the Cellar below
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Hiding where the shadows rule
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A door opens below
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The Moon is high above
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300 pounds of flesh, that woman I know
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Oh it's the Puppet Master's wife
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She pulls a cart behind her
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"Oh Emerencia", where are you going with that knife?
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[solo: Mike]
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Time to kill, it's time for her nightly thrill
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"Oh Emerencia", where are you going with that knife?
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Deep in the night through the narrowest streets
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I follow her every step
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She is searching for innocent victims
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"Oh Emerencia"
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In an alley a homeless is sleeping
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Approaching without a sound...and then...oh no
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"How strange it is.. to see.. a life that slips away
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How strange it is.. in Darkness Blood is Black not Red"
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[solo: Andy]
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The knife is still deep in his chest
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Gotta keep the Blood in its nest
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She wraps him in the sack she brought
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She better leave before she gets caught
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Through the streets dark and Old
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Through the streets, no one must know
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Only the Moon and I
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And none of us will ever tell
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She pulls the body off the cart
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Back at the Theater, down into the dark
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"Oh Emerencia", I wonder why you left the door ajar
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[solo: Andy]
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Deep in the night through the narrowest hallways
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I follow her every step
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There's a light from a doorway ahead of us
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Where did she go, where did she go...? Oh no
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What I see is a Horror Show...then the blow...
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Emerencia
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| King Diamond |
