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On a dark isle off Scotland's west coast
There sits a castle with it's evil host

This harbourer of witchcraft and demonic doom
Is to leave this planet like a deathly dark tomb

Servants of the night as they have in the past
Will once again rise to finish their task

Summoned they will come from the fires of Hades
Black angels of him to the light they'll degrade

At every full moon they command the skies
They will unleash their fear with shrieking cries

These bat shaped creatures with heads of snake
Devour their enemy to a deadened shake

Villages and towns make ready their night
The safety of the clans from evils delights

Deep in the cellars and caves where we hide
Discussions for hope to repair this divide

Tears flow as emotions are shared
When this hell is over how many of us will be spared

From where we shelter we hear terrorising screams
To the older of us, it's more reoccurring dreams

Into the hours of the morn the onslaught goes on
What kind of a place can these creatures come from

Suddenly we hear the most thunderous of crashes
As the cobalt blue black is cut through with flashes

We see on the hills the glowing of white
Sporadic they are as they come out of the night

These riders of white on unicorns they ride
Is this what will save us and repair the divide

They raise their arms releasing white silver flashes
Connecting with these creatures as they turn into ashes

Many hours of conflict as the dawn brings a new day
The land reeks of battle and deathly decay

As we enter the light and our surroundings we view
The count leaves not many, I'm just one of a few

To the unicorns we turn, in praise to declare
But we see nothing at all, they were no longer there










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