Town clock echo splits the night The witching hour moves even closer to the brink of time that is at hand Sound of heels pound the street from the curse that rules the town Chill of death has come to reap the damned For years ago he went away and now hes back to claim The unsuspected souls to justify his death Oh, foolish one, youd best make haste. There is no time To contemplate. The hammer brings the twelfth and your last breath Hes the one who holds the night in the hollow of his hand Evil reigning ruler of the dark Striking with a furious urge, a thunderbolt from hell Everything he touches bears his mark Seeking no amusement in any lovers foolish games But go ahead and let them all begin He lives his life in malice, not a single night in shame Burning bright the everlasting flames of sin Im a man who shows no mercy for the weak No mercy! Repeat Dangling at the end of your rope, cant you see its round your neck Desolation of another kind Your heads in heaven flying high. Your hearts in hell burning lust Infatuations always in your mind Youre the perfect sinner, yes, the one who stabbed me In the back. Youve got no guts, just like the rest Thrust my blade in, give a twist, tear a scream from your lips One oclock takes your final breath
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