Unholy Night by Wolf
The mist was thick and cold in the last night of this year
The sun had all burned out and the church was locked and sealed
A dark figure staggered at the graves
The moon hid behind the clouds & darkness slowly spread
Yeah, an unholy night
The staggering figure moved like a shadow the church bell started to chime
In the graves the dead began to writhe and twist their bones
The wind whispered in the trees along with their wining moans
The town, so old and tired, was sleeping the night away
Safely tucked in bed not knowing of any threat
But peaceful dreams faded to black and the warming fires died
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