Lightning in the haunted claudy sky
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As the wizzard stears the blood
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Whisp’ring Lucifer’s spells through the night
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Creatures wincing in the gut
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Attended by wild lightning
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It’s coming up for you
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You won’t escape with a bad frightning
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It’s coming up for you
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Wake up, take refuge for death
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The rise of the creature will take your live away
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Wake up, care of what you do
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The claws of the creature will come right up for you
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Come right up for you
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Froogs, black widows, guts and a virgin’s pride
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Are all needed for the brew
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If the evil creature tastes the scent
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It’s claws will come right over you
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Attended by wild lightning
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It’s coming up for you
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You won’t escape with a bad frightning
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It’s coming up for you
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Wake up, take refuge for death
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The rise of the creature will take your live away
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Wake up, care of what you do
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The claws of the creature will come right up for you
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And the wizzard stood there in the thunder storm
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With his arms spread high up into the sky
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And the nature trembled deeply all around
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Screams of pain were heard everywhere
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As the wizzard spunged his hands into the brew
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And the creature raised his claw up into the air
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Raised his claw up into the air…
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Attended by wild lightning
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It’s coming up for you
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You won’t escape with a bad frightning
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It’s coming up for you |