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Mr Macabre Jan 2012
See the moon above you
Look how black it slowly bleeds
Smell the skies of fire
Choked with souls who plead

Know this is your awakening
For the soil is dense with bones
Your flesh I fed my darkened bird
Who's eyes of death forever roam

Drink from this crimson river
You must feed your souls desire
Awaken your spirit in blindness
For darkness is deaths attire


M.M ©2012
Mr Macabre Jan 2012
You better watch out
- You better not cry
You better not shout
- I'm telling you why

Satans spawns are coming to town

They're checking their list
- They're checking it twice;
Gonna find out who's naughty or nice

Satans spawns are coming to town

They see you when you're sleeping
- They know when you're awake
They know if you've been bad or good
- So be good for goodness sake!

O! You better watch out!
- You better not cry
- Better not shout
I'm telling you why

Satans spawns are coming to town



M.M ©2012

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