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Burning through the winds

A sulfur kind of sin

Whispering all the hate

It is now too late

It comes in threes

On the haunted hill

Just listen to the creaking of the trees

The rustling of leaves

You will hear a shrill

Fear grips your heart you know it comes in threes

A funeral march starts

No compassion in my heart

Time is chasing you

Nothing you can do

It comes in threes

On the haunted hill

Just listen to the creaking of the trees

The rustling of leaves

You will hear a shrill

Fear grips your heart you know it comes in threes

Caskets line the parlor

Bringing all the horror

Harbinger of doom

The shadow in the room.

It comes in threes

On the haunted hill

Just listen to the creaking of the trees

The rustling of leaves

You will hear a shrill

Fear grips your heart you know it comes in threes