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He Hides In the Night
It's claw flash within the night. We could hear her scream in vain, 'Tis the time to stand up and fight. We all feel her pain... The church bells ring, Here we hide in fear, We're trapped by this thing, Da wolf may be near... Run, run and hide! There's no way to escape, Before we have tried, Maybe this is our fate. The church bells ring, Here we hide in fear, We're trapped by this thing, Da wolf may be near... The ground is painted red. The moon has urged him on, But don't be afraid to rest your head, For we will survive 'till dawn. The church bells ring, Here we hide in fear, We're trapped by this thing, Da wolf may be near. The beast within will roar to life. Don't be afraid to fight! Stab thy in heart with thy silver knife. Stand united till the dawn's purple light. The church bells ring, Here we hide in fear, We're trapped by this thing, Da wolf may be near... The night is done, The beast's heart be still. We mourn over the souls that will never again see the sun, And we have finally paid our bill.
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