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Fright and Scare

A Night to remember in aware

The Night Clouds hiding the Moon

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Moans full of cries

Soul’s Rise

The Dead will be emerging from their graves

They will be looking for Soul’s for their appetite

The flesh will be the sight

Seconds to precise

There is no offer of advice

Evil on the Deceased Minds

Roam with revenge

Living flesh on the edge

Blood Thirsty Soul’s

Threshold Night

But Beware

Eerie is in the air

No other night would compare

Where do the living go from here?

Sleep with your eyes wide open

Once you fall asleep

It will be too late

You will become deceased yourself

Beware Beware Beware

The Clock has stopped on pause

Cause

Dead Reign