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across the land |
| The hour is close at hand |
| in search of blood |
| To terrorize y'alls neighborhood |
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| And whosoever be found |
| Without the soul for down |
| and the hounds of |
| And rot a corpse's |
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| The foulest is in the |
| The of forty years |
| And grisly from tomb |
| closing in to seal |
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| And though you fight to stay |
| Your body starts to shiver |
| For no mortal resist |
| The evil of the thriller |