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Well, I was feeling weird,
I wasn't feeling right,
When I went out
into the Arkham night.
Every night plagued
by strange dreams,
Nothing was what it seemed.

And I know
I shouldn't have been there,
With the Necronomicon,
And I wish I'd never seen
The Goat with a Thousand Young

Well, they worshipped it
in the dead of night,
A starry cult with eyes of light,
They made the signs
and it appeared,
From the book that drew it here.

(Chorus)

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