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The night wind blows |
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Your heart rate grows |
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Your pulse is racing faster |
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They're on your trail |
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They know you'll fail |
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You're flirting with disaster |
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Creatures |
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The frost lies thick |
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Your breath comes quick |
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No chance for your survival |
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Life takes it's toll |
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And burns your soul |
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They've never had a rival |
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Creatures of the night |
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Born and raised to fight |
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Creatures of the night |
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Creatures of the night |
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Their sense of smell |
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Was honed in hell |
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Their eyes sharp as needles |
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You're bathed in sweat |
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You've lost your bet |
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Caught in this upheaval |
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Creatures |
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You're on your own |
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So scream and moan |
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It's pointless now for praying |
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They'll run you through |
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You'll get what's due |
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Then they'll call it a day |
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Creatures of the night |
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Born and raised to fight |
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Creatures of the night |
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Creatures of the night |
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Creatures |
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The night wind blows |
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Your heart rate grows |
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Creatures of the night |
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Born and raised to fight |
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Creatures of the night |
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Born and raised to fight |
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Creatures of the night |
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Creatures of the night |
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Creatures |
