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A relic from the sands of time an old and worn antique, |
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This ugly doll has come to her it holds a great mystique, |
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Around its neck a guarding chain is said to stop its life, |
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So with a smile and a laugh she sets the doll aside, |
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The sun arrives she makes her day and looks up for the doll, |
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It strikes her odd to find its chain has broke, the creature's gone, |
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The waiting ghoul lunges out and looks into her eyes, |
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The ancient spell has come for her and now she's going to die, |
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Striking, fighting this vicious monster, |
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Poisoned fumes within her blood its soul as dark as coal, |
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As evil lurks within the veins of the horrid awful doll, |
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It lives for death and brutal war to all that find its world, |
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Attack and kill to the death is all it's ever known, |
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Striking, fighting this vicious monster, |
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The spirit of the Zuni tribe lives on in battle lust, |
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It's here and there and everywhere and all so hideous, |
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It craves to feed and in frenzied greed a predator of hell, |
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For instinct tells it kill all man consume the human soul, |
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The human soul, soul! |
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She's looking for answers in this world of fright, |
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She's running in terror to hide from its sight, |
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Her heart is pounding its teeth as sharp as knives, |
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It's like a dream she can't believe this thing has come to life, |
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And she can't escape it as she will surely die, |
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For it needs her soul to go on and on and carry on its kind, |
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Now she's the victim of a curse from ancient times, |
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What once were laughs turned to screams tearing apart... |
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The night! |
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Yes it's too late her world enslaved, |
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And she can't be saved, for she is its prey, |
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Can you feel the doom? And can you feel the fear? |
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Imagine it was you! |
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Striking, fighting this vicious monster, |
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And now her blood becomes the doll, |
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He's in her heart as evil grows, |
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Its spirit writhes she screams in pain, |
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For it is now born again, |
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A life of Zuni has been done, |
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Act complete the beast has won! |
