When darkness falls across the land,
And the witching hour is now at hand,
Black spells of malice they command,
The souls of innocents they demand,
Such focused hate none can withstand,
Its fiendish flames are fervently fanned,
As a witch's coven does pitilessly expand...
When darkness falls across the land.
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