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A NIGHT ON HELL HILL
Bitter black ashes,
made my heart turn to stone
as the gypsy walked in the cold north wind
her cauldron burning low
fangs and angel wings begin to howl
as the storm moved in
overshadowed by lighting
streaking across the darkened sky
cathedral on the hill
burned down
all that was left was an orange glow.
The undead sought for refuge
in the dark tombs.
While ghost's danced at their feet
nursery rhymes burnt gone up in black smoke...
made my heart turn to stone
as the gypsy walked in the cold north wind
her cauldron burning low
fangs and angel wings begin to howl
as the storm moved in
overshadowed by lighting
streaking across the darkened sky
cathedral on the hill
burned down
all that was left was an orange glow.
The undead sought for refuge
in the dark tombs.
While ghost's danced at their feet
nursery rhymes burnt gone up in black smoke...
Published 13th Feb 2013
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