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Dread the end of summer |
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On the blackest of all nights, |
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The feast of samhains waking |
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In the mist of pagan rites. |
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The sunlight now is waning |
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As the undead walk the land. |
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Tonight's chaos - no mortal understands... |
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The festival of darkness |
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Under red october moon: |
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The powers of black witchcraft |
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In evil winds of ruin: |
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Demons ride the autumn sky |
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In thunder clouds and rain - |
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The gasps of forlorn souls who live again. |
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Dare walking this night, ye wanderer, |
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Ye life and soul you'll loose! |
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When hunted by his jetblack hound, |
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You'll surely meet your doom! |
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His eyes are burning red like fiery coal, |
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His cape - his leathery wings! |
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His breath will sear your back like winds from hell |