| 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 |