Darkest creatures of the immortal world
Oh, fangs glinting in the moon!
I smell the scent of death
From the blood on their luscious lips.
Devil's spawn
How they strike the chord of terror
Deep down in my frightened heart
Mock me no more, children of the night!
I flee to the statue of an angel
Oh spread your wings and fly me away
Instead she turns to me
And bared her blood tinged teeth.
Curse the witching hour!
Where magic is at its darkest
Oh such horror! Bless my little heart
To hell with the witching hour!
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