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The screams and the dreams and the nightmares it seems |
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Are from Hell |
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Things lurk in the churchyard and rise from the soil |
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Those who dwell |
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They come from a cult of evil and bad |
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No relent |
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To search for the body they seek there that night |
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Whose consent |
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Grave snatchers, church gate-crashers |
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Messing with the sacred way |
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Grave snatchers, church gate-crashers |
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Searching out bodies for prey |
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The corpse it is taken to |
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Satanist's |
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Hill For its fate |
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Where hundreds of demons and creatures from |
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Hell There do wait |
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Its heart does not beat but its body is given to |
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Hell The air it is silent and all that you hear is his bell |
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Grave snatchers, church gate-crashers |
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Lucifer drives in today |
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Grave snatchers, church gate-crashers |
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Leaving a hole where he lay |
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With many strange ways here on this earth |
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I fear For many a soul that rests in the church |
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It is clear |
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Although they are dead and cannot move |
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They can't rest |
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For when darkness falls, the snatchers from |
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Hell They do quest |
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Grave snatchers, church gate-crashers |
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Messing with the sacred way |
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Grave snatchers, church gate-crashers |
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Searching out bodies for prey |
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Grave snatchers, church gate-crashers |
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Lucifer drives in today |
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Grave snatchers, church gate-crashers |
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Leaving a hole where he lay |
