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April thirtieth, the souls of the risen are leading the way. |
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The first of |
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May. Black magic night, witches holiday, their torches glow. |
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Eternal evil, it summons the lords of hell, just once a year, compel and beware the spell of the jackyl. |
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Can't break the spell, won't break the spell, the spell of the shadowless man. |
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The witches fornicate, the demons dance, blackmass romance. |
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In hellish praise round |
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Brocken they prance, their numbers grow. |
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A harpie chants, fire fountains glow, virgin of snow burnt by the torch of the one with no shadow. |
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I saw his face, |
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I've seen him before, the face of the shadowless man. |
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As dawn breaks through the trees, lonely town falls to their knees, a solemn belfry begins to toll. |
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The mass begins sing familiar hymns, man in black has his back to the crowd. |
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Spreads his wings and turns around, as my heart begins to pound. |
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Because you, you're the one |
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I saw in flight, at |
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Walpurgis |
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Night. You've betrayed and cursed the light, at |
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Walpurgis |
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Night. You're the one |
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I saw in flight, at |
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Walpurgis |
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Night. At the setting of the sun. |
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Because you, you're the one |
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I saw in flight, at |
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Walpurgis |
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Night. You've betrayed and cursed the light, at |
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Walpurgis |
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Night. You're the one |
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I saw in flight, at |
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Walpurgis |
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Night. At the setting of the sun. |
