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I glanced up at the moon
As a dark brooding cloud
Crossed over it
And an old man
Knelt before
A burning cross
On this starving midnight
Darkness shades the land,
Corpses dance
In the glades of gloom
Drag me down to
Splendid capture
And bury me
In a cold wet place
The ghouls break in
Surrounding your bed
The demons
Tear you apart...
On this starving midnight
Darkness shades the land,
Corpses dance
In the glades of gloom
Drag me down
To splendid capture
And bury me
In a cold wet place
The right time
That brought out
The beast
In time
Drag me down
To splendid capture
And bury me
In a cold wet place
Drag me down
To splendid capture
And bury me
In a cold wet place
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