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It's getting closer and closer to dusk
The Moon is on the rise
Hear the howlingg of the wolf
As it turns your blood to ice
Keep the fire burning tonight
You better pray
Theres trouble in sight
But he won't save your soul
When your out in the cold
The devil has open his gates to hell
Letting his demons out
Now they're prowling the streets
With murder on their minds
Keep the fire burning tonight
You better pray
Theres trouble in sight
But he won't save your soul
When your out in the cold
It's getting closer and closer to dusk
The Moon is on the rise
Hear the howlingg of the wolf
As you look death in the eye