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We are the ones forever blended to |
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The shadows of your perfect crimes |
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The fabric of the night above |
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Will wrap us in her mistress glove |
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We are the ones breeding your doom |
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Your retribution will come soon... |
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Preparations made. A visitor tonight |
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A bar for every door. Subdue the lights |
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Silence can be my aide. Harken any sound |
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Carried on the quilted mist. She rolls |
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Oh, the bat whispers on |
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Midnight strikes a chord. Resonates the hall |
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Reverberations jeer my racing blood |
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High upon the thatch a clinging form. The Bat |
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Manipulating shadows of the caves |
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Oh the bat whispers on |
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The bat whispers right by our guarded thrones |
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The bat whispers his charisma |
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Into the locks refusing parts |
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And springs them one by one |
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Like anxious, nubile hearts |
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The bat whispers his vendetta |
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Upon the walls with clicking claws |
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The locks betrayed he now promenades |
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A slender traceless blade |
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This guest was never bade |
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Oh the bat whispers on |
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Betrayal is a substance that stealthily glides |
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We are the ones forever watching you from the rooftops |
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And camosiles below |
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Your glass is ours to break to shards |
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We will come back for what is ours |
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Your will is ours to break to shards |
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We will come back for what is OURS |