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Vincent Price Is Right
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Hessian
Beware, those who never rest
I scoff at the cynics.
Who don't believe in ghosts?
Battle cursed the hollow.
Blackest of midnight cracking the whip of human spine.
Unholy concord hunting.
Blackest of midnight cracking the whip of human spine.
Unholy concord hunting.
I want what's rightfully mine.
From unhallowed graveyards I shall ascend.
Vengeful trumpets sounding,
Whirlwind on horseback.
Darkness falls over from the hounds
with tongues of fire.
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Scenes of battle hide my prize.
Darkness falls over from the hounds
with tongues of fire.
Scenes of battle hide my prize.
One of fifty galloping.
I, the spectre present at each fireside.
The shriek in the winter's night.
The thunderclap at the witching hour.
A pumpkin for every coward.
Make no Brom Bones about it.
No one reaches the bridge.
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