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(T. Olsson) |
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He came from nowhere and took all the children |
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Away in the still of the night |
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Morning at sunrise they left with their pain |
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Despair calling ready to fight |
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Fallen to pieces they searched in the fields, in the |
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Woods anywhere they could be |
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Nightfall and still not a sign of the light |
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In the darkness where black shadows dwell |
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Morning came still no sign of life |
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Nighttime falls reflection in his knife |
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Screams in the night as the last ray of light |
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Fade away they will never return |
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Screams in the night as the last ray of light |
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Fade away only black candles burn |
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Twisting and turning they're locked in the valley of |
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Fear they will never return |
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Blood on his knife and the look in his eyes |
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As evil as evil can be |
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Morning came still no sign of life |
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Nighttime falls reflection in his knife |
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Screams in the night as the last ray of light |
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Fade away they will never return |
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Screams in the night as the last ray of light |
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Fade away only black candles burn |
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Screams in the night as the last ray of light |
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Fade away they will never return |
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Screams in the night as the last ray of light |
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Fade away only black candles burn |