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He came at night
And nobody ever saw him before
Watched out for awful things,
He stood inside the tavern door

With eyes like ardent coals,
Dressed in black
And a bitter secret on his back
With eyes like ardent coals,
He had a world to crack

Out of the mist a silhouette
A rover came to get some
A nightmare-child for those who dare
- For those who care a Preacher

His soul is damned,
Has a contract to fulfil
His face looks tired and sad
But he seems able to kill

With eyes like ardent coals,
Dressed in black
And a bitter secret on his back
With eyes like ardent coals -
And with an iron will

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