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There's movement in the night. |
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Shades are dancing in a pale moonlight. |
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Nocturnal occurrencies. |
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Imagination no the night is real. |
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I'm looking for the truth. |
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But never can |
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I find a trace. |
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Of bloody witches rituals. |
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In the night |
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I hear them howl. |
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A sound so low it must be real. |
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Or is it my fantasy. |
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As sunlight fades into a twilight. |
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The moon contrasts against a darkening sky. |
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Temperature of the air is going down. |
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A veil of fog is forming low above the ground. |
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There's movement in the night. |
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Shades are dancing in a pale moonlight. |
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Nocturnal occurrencies. |
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Imagination no the night is real. |
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I'm looking for the truth. |
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But never can |
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I find a trace. |
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Of bloody witches rituals. |
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In the night |
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I hear them howl. |
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A sound so low it must be real. |
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Or is it my fantasy. |
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Before the night is turning into dawn. |
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The morning fog is coming on to me. |
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Suddenly a choking hand grabs me around my neck. |
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And drags me into death for eternity. |
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There's movement in the night. |
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Shades are dancing in a pale moonlight. |
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Nocturnal occurrencies. |
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I magination no the night is real. |
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I'm looking for the truth. |
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But never can |
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I find a trace. |
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Of bloody witches rituals. |
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In the night |
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I hear them howl. |
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A sound so low it must be real. |
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Or is it my fantasy... |
