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Out in the park where they gather in the dark |
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It's a scaring atmosphere |
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Wide open eyes which are following the sign |
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It is soiled with blood and fear |
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One by one they're casting the unholy spell |
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A promise of murder - a present from hell |
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Danger for the free - like you hanging on a tree |
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Law and order is their goal |
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Shadows are behind you - run and take good care |
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They will snatch you if you fall |
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See them marching - hear them screaming |
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Never |
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See them marching - hear them screaming |
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Never we'll follow their way |
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March on - straight to hell |
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With the signs of death in hand |
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March on - scream and yell |
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You're bound for a wasted land |
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One after one they prepare for the run |
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Latest catchword is to choose |
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Face to face in an awful race |
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The pack of hounds is loose |
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Mortis comes with his loudest boots - beware |
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A message of yesterdays horror - take care |
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Wrath in their mind - there's no reason to find |
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They will never comprehend |
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Time is too late for a world to create |
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That is worth it to defend |
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See them marching - hear them screaming |
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Never |
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See them marching - hear them screaming |
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Never we'll follow their way |
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March on - straight to hell |
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With the signs of death in hand |
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March on - scream and yell |
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You're bound for a wasted land |
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One by one they're casting the unholy spell |
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A promise of murder - a present from hell |
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March on - straight to hell |
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With the signs of death in hand |
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March on - scream and yell |
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You're bound for a wasted land |
