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Scream and wither
Screech and die
The creatures of nite
Are set to fly
While you're burning the bridges
And hanging the witches
We're stealing your kids
To kill them in ditches
We travel by moon
As you sleep in the dark
We are bringing the doom
Making our mark
You toss and turn
Whimper and moan
The disease in your head
Has distortedly grown
Forever searching
For a way out
We can't hear you scream
We can't hear you shout
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