cold wind swept through hall
up the stairs baby crawl
no one there nothing at all
except for now baby bawls
awaiting mummy to answere call
mummy runs up the stair
where baby gives deadly stare
baby is possesed
spinning head so distressed
now becoming devils mare
baby gets so damn strong
now baby dont half pong
grabs her mummy round throat
horns protude like a goat
baby knows mummys wrong
quickly escaping babys grip
mummy falls downstairs boken hip
baby follows ever so quick
grabs a knife sharp at tip
thats the end of 18 year old clip
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