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Close the door, put out the light. |
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No, they won't be home tonight. |
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The snow falls hard and don't you know? |
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The winds of Thor are blowing cold. |
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They're wearing steel that's bright and true |
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They carry news that must get through, oooh |
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They choose the path where no-one goes. |
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They hold no quarter. |
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They hold no quarter. |
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Walking side by side with death |
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The devil mocks their every step |
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The snow drives back the foot that's slow |
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The dogs of doom are howling more |
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They carry news that must get through |
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To build a dream for me and you |
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They choose the path where no-one goes. |
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They hold no quarter. |
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They ask no quarter. |
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They hold no quarter. |
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They ask no quarter. |
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The pain, the pain without quarter. |
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They ask no quarter. |
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Yeah! Without quarter, quarter, yeah! |
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They need no quarter. |
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The dogs of doom are howling more! |
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I hear the dogs of doom are howling more! |
