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In the deep, dead of night

Figures twist, distorting in the light

This place no more is hallowed ground

My soul is black, my heart is stone.

Haunting the graves

Open tombs lay all around

The fires burning, the chanting loud

The preacher comes to bless the herd

The spell complete and my soul will burn

Haunting the graves

I will haunt your grave

Until the end of time

You will never escape me

For my evil finds

Your life is forfeit

Your soul is doomed

You will never escape me

Cos you're a fool, yeah baby.