The Church by Nightmare
There's a little town in Carolina, where black ravens spread the fear
When clouds blacken the skies, no gleam to guide your eyes
There's a mourning in this town, a soul never been found
[Chorus]
Break out! There's no time to waste
In the deepest of the dark
Break out! And hold your breath
When the priest is back
In the church, his haunted church
The stoty tells that in moonlight, they've made a sacrifice
When the phantoms of the past, return to guide your eyes
There's a cold chill in the air, a feeling of despair
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