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The night dies in the morning |
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And hell is gone at dawn |
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He sent no bible warning |
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Forsaken and forlorn |
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The night was wild |
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Black magic has its price |
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Remember me? |
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You'll meet the devil twice! |
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In the morning when I wake |
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No more souls are left to take |
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And I wonder why I'm here |
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The Sun is up, it's almost nine |
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And I'm standing in a sign |
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I feel a slowly rising fear |
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In a circle did I sleep? |
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Had I blasphemies to keep? |
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The scent of sulphur in the air |
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Hail, hail pentagram |
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Hail, hail pentagram |
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God damnit |
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What have I done? |
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Panic... panic in the pentagram |
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Panic... Satanism ain't no fun |
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Ohhh... panic in the pentagram |
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Ohhh... panic in the pentagram |
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I count my cash, it's six six six |
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Enough to cross the river styx |
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I pay to Cerberos the fare |
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On the altar I could dance |
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Put your soul in deadly trance |
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But I better should beware |
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Hail, hail pentagram |
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Hail, hail pentagram |
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God damnit |
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What have I done? |
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Panic... panic in the pentagram |
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Panic... Satanism ain't no fun |
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Ohhh... panic in the pentagram |
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Ohhh... panic in the pentagram |
