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falls across the land |
| The midnight hour is close at |
| in search of blood |
| To terrorize y'alls neighborhood |
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| And shall be |
| Without the soul for down |
| stand and face the hounds of |
| And rot inside a corpse's shell |
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| The stench is in the air |
| The of thousand |
| And grisly from |
| Are in to seal doom |
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| And though to stay alive |
| body to shiver |
| For no mere mortal |
| The evil of the |