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Panic in the air |
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Awaken to the call |
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Ghostly apparitions |
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Making your skin crawl |
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Incense, tambourines |
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Sorcerors arise |
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All you see are pools af blood |
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And fire in their eyes |
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Grinning jack-o-lanterns |
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Lit by candle-light |
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Cauldrons bubble over-filled |
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On this night of nights |
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Leather bat-wings |
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Slicing through the air |
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Leaves your body white with shock |
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You're wide-eyed and scared |
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Cross in your hand |
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Time to make your stand |
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Your bravery's fading somehow |
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Garlic 'round your neck |
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Paranoia's got you wrecked |
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You jump at every little sound |
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Boney witches fingers |
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Are scratching at your face |
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Skeletons sit beside you |
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Making your heart race |
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Cold sweat is running |
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Running from your brow |
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You've got a one-way ticket |
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To six feet underground |