In the night
They seem to speak my name I hear voices calling Glowin' bright
Reaching out beyond the grave
I see the eyes of Demons
Oh! I. Think from Hell they came
And I. Think from Hell they came Dark the night
Their cries so lonely
Feast of flesh these Ghouls tonightI can't fight this eternal longing
Feel their need inside.
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