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Close the door, put out the light
Know they won't be home tonight, oh-oh
The snow falls hard and don't you know
The winds of Thor are blowing cold?
They're wearing steel that's bright and true
They carry the news that must get through
They choose the path where no one go
They hold no quarter
They hold no quarter
Oh, Lord, Lord, Lord
Crackin' side by side with death
The devil mocks their every step
The snow drives back the foot there slow
The dogs of doom are howlin' more
They carry the news that must get through
To build a dream for me and you
They choose the path where no one go, ooh
They hold no quarter
They ask no quarter
The pain, the pain without quarter
The pain, the pain without quarter
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