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restless hour lay awake |
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I sense that there is more curse of death hangs over me |
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I can't rest here no more circle of five defying the night thunderous sound at the unholy seance blistered eyes has no disguise bears witness to my fate golden morning helps me thru but may have come too late burning up the midnight oil it has to be complete early hour ritual preform the darkened deeds roaming thru the old graveyards |
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I find parts |
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I can use brush away the blackened soil the birth of something new circle of five defying the night thunderous sound now shaking the ground night comes to dawn born evil spawn the unholy seance - shall gather again |
