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We fought some Voodoo |
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Silent screams in the night |
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Causing all trouble at midnight |
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We're fading, but we relieve in the prevision |
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We're calling for help, for protection |
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Some think we're dead |
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Cause we're lost and never found |
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But our spirit lives on |
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Some think we're falling |
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Down to the ground |
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But still feeling so strong |
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Too late, the vermin took the throne |
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No resort, we're under the spell |
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Too late, our minds have turned to stone |
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Alone, there's no way out of Hell |
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We're much too late, late |
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We're screaming for vengeance |
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Waving swords in the round |
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Rolling the dices of evil |
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All of a sudden, out of the dark |
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A light's signalising the ending |
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Some think we're dead |
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Cause we're lost and never found |
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But our spirit lives on |
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Some think we're falling |
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Down to the ground |
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But still feeling so strong |
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Too late, the vermin took the throne |
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No resort, we're under the spell |
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Too late, our minds have turned to stone |
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Alone, there's no way out of Hell |
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Too late, the vermin took the throne |
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No resort, we're under the spell |
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Too late, our minds have turned to stone |
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Alone, there's no way out of Hell |
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Too late, the vermin took the throne |
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No resort, we're under the spell |
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Too late, our minds have turned to stone |
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Alone, there's no way out of Hell |
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We're much too late, too late, too late |
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We're much too late |
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Too Late |
