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Right in the dark Flames burn the glade You'll die, before we can try The blood aprise, shall not worry Your turn to pray You must not die In this place we're all, we'll be alone But we pray and lord will grant us life That's all I'll be Break my spell Right, but late Called at the gates of Place of bewitched Don't worry now The blood - a price The shadows bouncing over me. |
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