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Town clock echo splits the night, the witching hour moves even closer to the brink of time that is at hand. |
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Sound of heels pound the street from the curse that rules the town. |
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Chill of death has come to reap the damned. |
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For years ago he went away and now he's back to claim the unsuspected souls to justify his death. |
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Oh, foolish one, you'd best make haste. |
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There is no time to contemplate. |
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The hammer brings the twelfth and your last breath. |
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He's the one who holds the night in the hollow of his hand. |
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Evil reigning ruler of the dark |
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Striking with a furious urge, a thunderbolt from hell. |
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Everything he touches bears his mark. |
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Seeking no amusement in any lovers foolish games but go ahead and let them all begin. |
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He lives his life in malice, not a single night in shame. |
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Burning bright the everlasting flames of sin. |
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I'm a man who shows no mercy for the weak. |
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No mercy! <i>[Repeat]</i> |
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Dangling at the end of your rope, can't you see it's 'round your neck |
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Desolation of another kind. |
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Your head's in heaven flying high. |
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Your heart's in hell burning lust |
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Infatuation's always in your mind |
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You're the perfect sinner, yes, the one who stabbed me in the back. |
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You've got no guts, just like the rest. |
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Thrust my blade in, give a twist, tear a scream from your lips. |
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One o'clock takes your final breath. |
