[lyrics by Harry Conklin]
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Your time has come the full moon's in the air
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Hear the cry of the jackal in the hills
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Scent of smoke fills your nostrils
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as the wind blows back your hair
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Paint the canvas black if you will
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Watch out there's a man who wants your soul
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It won't be long till he finds you
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Don't look back at the shadow on the wall
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With hands outstretched to grab you
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So don't let the reaper catch you sitting still. NO!
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Feel the touch on your shoulder as you turn your head around
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Take heed, my friend, of the reaper's blade
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Oh, come, you happy hearted, let your empty minds be filled
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Don't let your hallowed soul be betrayed
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Fix your eyes on the crowd, don't let your stare astray
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See them practice magic in the air
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As they cry their incantations, oh, their damned insinuations
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Mix the sea with the blood moon, but beware
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Blood moon sitting high up in the sky
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Oh, you're the spotlight that can kill
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Blood moon bleeding on the world tonight
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It will take your heart and change your will
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"So don't let the reaper catch you sitting still!"
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The Watching
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Jag Panzer |