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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 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. |
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NO! 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 "So don't let the reaper catch you sitting still!" |
