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By the dawn of century past

Through the mist of southern bone

Grew an evil story of Voodoo Dolls

Obsession met no love

Rejection paid with scorn

In return a present for his son

Dare not to look into his eyes

An evil course the doll he hides

Began to disappear

Now you can hear their cries

Once a town of sun

Now fog and blood

They all blame the child

He points back to the doll, Robert did it!

Thus... the deed was done

Dare not to look into his eyes

An evil course the doll he hides

Beware of his face

You may just find yourself

Don’t look at his eyes

Beware of the shadow, an evil course it hides

Dare not to look into his eyes

An evil course the doll he hides