When
the night turns its way
The
coffin will open the undead arise
Smell
the hot air of the hot blood
They
smile for the night to fly
In
the day these pests stay quiet
They
are afraid to get nailed in
They
will not raise issues
They
will play dead
It
is when the night turns into play
The
dark shadows will appear hungry eyes
They
will seek infusion of blood
To
keep them going and in need
But
the nights are numbered
The
people are getting together
Fighting
the curse of the night
They
will hammer them into hell
The
lap dogs are running
They
can't stay on forever
They
have sense their usefulness
They
better escape before it is too late
When
the night turns its way
The
dark shadows think they can play
They
forget the people are getting together
They
will hammer them to hell
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