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Beware of the violins of the dead
There's a chill in the air
it movies through the trees
as ghosts dance on graves
and vampires fly
and the werewolf howls at the full moon
A mist rolls in a scream is heard
blood is spent on a soul
left for the grim reapers scythe
Eerie music plays from the violins of the dead
they rise to play for you
pulling strings
making you'er soul dance
Beware of the violins of the dead
when you hear there strings
you can't help but to feel a felling of dread
it movies through the trees
as ghosts dance on graves
and vampires fly
and the werewolf howls at the full moon
A mist rolls in a scream is heard
blood is spent on a soul
left for the grim reapers scythe
Eerie music plays from the violins of the dead
they rise to play for you
pulling strings
making you'er soul dance
Beware of the violins of the dead
when you hear there strings
you can't help but to feel a felling of dread
Published 27th Jan 2014
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