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Cobwebbed moon lights the hall, black cat-shaped shadows crawl |
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Cathode ray eyes enthralled, she haunts us each & all |
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Cruel laughter she intones, pale as your sun-bleached bones |
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Through the glass into your home, creeping to the sounds of Morricone |
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Many lost live in her fog & she taunts them each along |
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'Til the night I came to call & trapped her with this song |
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Before her haunted grave where legends now decay |
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I'll pass my earthly days forever there, her slave |
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She calls to me with fever dreams |
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Her eyes delight in deaths that dance across the screens |
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She loves the gore, she craves the grave, more blood & guts to fill our plates |
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More! More! End it all in flames... |
