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The barren land lies empty, no enemies in sight |
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Though no one ever told them, at midnight they'll get wise |
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As shadow falls upon them, |
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No one even dares to speak your name |
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They'll be given the lesson of their lives |
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Blood and death will follow |
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As they get wise |
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To the lies they believed to be real |
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And they will pay the price by facing the truth and its deal |
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When they die |
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At midnight they'll get wise |
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A shape of hidden power, a presence of true might |
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Trust in feral knowledge, their fires will die out |
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Servants to a coward, no one even dares to stand alone |
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Eyes roll back in terror - the panic starts to rise |
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Blood and death will follow |
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As they get wise |
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To the lies they believed to be real |
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And they will pay the price by facing the truth and its deal |
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When they die |
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At midnight they'll get wise |
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Watch the hunt-god rise |
