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Beneath the shade of the broken keep

The black and ancient stone

There is a but ghost

of faith that haunts the hearts below

None speak of the foul spire upon the hill

They offer blood

and pray it sates the master’s will

But still the demon comes

to prowl the midnight sky

The terror calls and

hell sounds in reply

Terror

It flies by night

Through the the windows of your dreams

A fear you cannot fight

You feel the terror

Prophecy once claimed

that a youth would rise

To delve the tombs beneath the tor

And put the dead to right

Many went and many met their end

Their blood drained from their veins

Their souls ripped from their breasts

But still the demon comes

to prowl the midnight sky

The master calls

The dead walk by his side

Terror

It flies by night

Through the windows of your dreams

A fear you cannot fight

Terror

Circling the sky

A shadow not cast by light

No soul but still a man

With fangs of red

His freezing gaze

His touch will wake the dead