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A holiday for witches, the moon's burning red. As we await the rise of the dead. My blood's running cold as I wait here in fright. Awoken by moonlight are creatures of night.
Dia de los muerto
Dia de los muerto
Dia de los muerto
Dia de los muerto
Their mortal remains are brought back to life, just for one day and through the night. Arising from the tomb they're searching for you. The mist that surrounds them is erie and gloom.
Dia de los muerto
Dia de los muerto
Dia de los muerto
Dia de los muerto
There's a fear we all have inside.
Fear of demons in the night.
Every autumn there's a day we all dread.
Oh it's the day, the day of the dead.
A hallway of fear, a window of pain. Rotting corpses burst into flames. Demons all around talking in my head. Someday soon, we'll be better off dead.
Dia de los muerto
Dia de los muerto
Dia de los muerto
Dia de los muerto
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