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Dark Moody Atmosphere, I was born on the cemetery Under the sign of the moon Raised from my grave by the dead And I was made a mercenary In the legions of Hell Now I'm king of pain, I'm insane. They're walking by the night The moon has frozen blue Long black coats a shelter for the rain Their load must get through Now bats are leaving their trees, dramatic, mysterious, dark moody atmosphere, They're joining the call Seven satanic Hell preachers heading for the hall Bringing the blood of a newborn child Got to succeed if not it's Satan's fall