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Darkness falls the |
| The midnight is close at hand |
| in search of |
| To terrorize y'alls |
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| And whosoever shall be |
| the soul for getting down |
| Must stand and the of |
| And rot inside a corpse's shell |
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| The foulest stench is in the air |
| The funk of forty thousand |
| And grisly ghouls from tomb |
| Are closing in to |
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| And you fight to stay |
| body starts to |
| For no can resist |
| The of the |