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Born under the master's spell |
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In the past plague years, a village enchanted by fear |
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Tales of the crucified hadn't yet reached the ancient beliefs |
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Frozen by a malevolent magnetism, under the master's spell |
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Everyone dread the black hill knowing from where Evil comes |
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Born under the master's spell |
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A gate's opened to Hell |
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On each fullmoon night a virgin disappears |
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As an evil sentence terrifying the masses |
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Under the yoke |
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Mystified by centuries, enslaved mortals living in fear |
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Under the yoke |
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Through the mist of times, on the hill a black fortress rises |
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As an eye, the eye of Satan |
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Dark and cold, infinitely malevolent |
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Sad and so old, the eye of Satan |
