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Burning through the winds
A sulfur kind of sin
Whispering all the hate
It is now too late
It comes in threes
On the haunted hill
Just listen to the creaking of the trees
The rustling of leaves
You will hear a shrill
Fear grips your heart you know it comes in threes
A funeral march starts
No compassion in my heart
Time is chasing you
Nothing you can do
It comes in threes
On the haunted hill
Just listen to the creaking of the trees
The rustling of leaves
You will hear a shrill
Fear grips your heart you know it comes in threes
Caskets line the parlor
Bringing all the horror
Harbinger of doom
The shadow in the room.
It comes in threes
On the haunted hill
Just listen to the creaking of the trees
The rustling of leaves
You will hear a shrill
Fear grips your heart you know it comes in threes
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