When the night reigns
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And the cold chills your bones
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The thick and blinding fog
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Covers the southern region
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With it's compact layer
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The lights go out completely
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A terrifying spectral silence
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Fills the realm of the woods
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A small yet evil being
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Roams the woods alone
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An ancestral spirit of evil
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Created by the fears of the world
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Awaiting for this victim
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To turn then into zombies
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Of the southern woods
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Small evil entity
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Called for centuries "Trauko"
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Able to crook your body
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If you can look directly
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In his horrible twisted face
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Hidden in the mist
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He's a part of your history
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And we do live with him
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A certain respect and regard
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That will live eternally
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Evil Being
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Undercroft |