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This twisted wretched place shadowed |
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By the utmost darks of hell |
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In dreams of black beyond the bounds |
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Of a withered witch's spell |
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Where the doors surely are locked |
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When the sun threatens to wane |
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Where shamblers dwell in dim moon light |
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Beyond the warmth of day |
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Liars line the roads at dawn |
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Watchful eyes are upon you held |
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Sacred weapons to the sacred revealed |
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To be unleashed upon the council of hell |
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Blood flows down the streets at night |
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Where wolves cry out for flesh |
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Where a horrible curse taints the woodlands nearby |
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With the forms of the walking dead |
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Unholy inversion of hope |
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Twisting the faith of the meek into hate |
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Driven insane by the dark one |
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To bring fourth the foul biddings he speaks |
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The undead are among us |
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At dawn they shrink back to their silken beds |
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They dance by night and drink the blood |
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Of a child's broken neck |
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His spires are growing taller |
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Still their shadows spreading throughout the land |
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Freeing the evils that sleep within the weaker minds of man |
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Into the tower never go the horrors multiply |
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The gears can mince the strongest ones |
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Leaving heroes paralyzed |
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The rivers flow with poison, the sands swallow you whole |
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The ghouls that roam this darkened wood |
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Are thirsting for your throat |
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Unholy inversion of hope |
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Twisting the faith of the meek into hate |
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Driven insane by the dark one |
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To bring forth the foul biddings he speaks |
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The undead are among us |
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At dawn they shrink back to their silken beds |
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They dance by night and drink the blood |
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Of a child's broken neck |
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His spires are growing taller |
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Still their shadows spreading throughout the land |
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Freeing the evils that sleep within the weaker minds of man |