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Black night, the bell is tolling

I hear the werewolves howling

Below the pale moonlight

Is where I plot my plan

Hide now, the guards are coming

Behind the corner you duck

They never saw you coming

They never caught your plan

Searching

Lurking

Deceiving

Hiding from the

Searching

Lurking

Deceiving

Prowling

Freedom for the sinner

Grey clouds, the rain starts pouring

By the misty roads you hide

Best hope they won’t find you

Else by their hand you'll die

A sinner, in these strange lands

Heretic's fate you were to face

Now you're on the run

A man now wanted by law

By the light of the moon

He ran

Hunted by lawmen

For believing what is right

Through the mists of the dark woods he fled

Exhausted he felt

But he could not stop

Else he would be hung for his crimes