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It’s midnight, the silence breaks,
As darkness claims the light, his work begins,
And the church bell rings.

Rituals, by candlelight,
Exercising sacrificial rights,
No God tonight.

Moon rises from behind the woods,
These haunted streets will run with blood,
Your time is near unknowing one.

He is the guardian of the night,
With his heart of Wicked Steel,
His shadows sweep the fading light,
As he goes in for the kill.

You can’t run, you don’t know why,
His evil has a way of gripping tight,
You’re in his sight

Sharp look, a flash of the knife,
His work is done before you realise,
It’s the end of the line.

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