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Afraid in the dark Afraid all alone Afraid you might die In the catacombs Afraid of the ghosts Afraid of their moans Afraid you might die In the catacombs Heart pounding faster Already quite scared Hands become sweaty There's death in the air The screams of the dead Screech their eerie tones Haunting the hallways In the catacombs Running down the halls You try to escape Searching the tunnels The ground starts to quake Ghostly hands reach up They grab your one leg Then dragging you down As you scream and beg Demons surrounds you You claw at their bones They drag you to hell In the catacombs
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Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 3:34 PM UTC
The Catacombs
Afraid in the dark Afraid all alone Afraid you might die In the catacombs Afraid of the ghosts Afraid of their moans Afraid you might die In the catacombs Heart pounding faster Already quite scared Hands become sweaty There's death in the air The screams of the dead Screech their eerie tones Haunting the hallways In the catacombs Running down the halls You try to escape Searching the tunnels The ground starts to quake Ghostly hands reach up They grab your one leg Then dragging you down As you scream and beg Demons surrounds you You claw at their bones They drag you to hell In the catacombs
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Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 3:34 PM UTC
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