THE DEMONS ARE COMING.THE DEMONS ARE THIEVING.

The curtains have closed, do not slow your breathing.

Midnight has come, you feel them near.

The Demons are coming, the Demons are thieving.

 

They speak in tongues, don't show you're screaming.

You hold onto faith as it disappears

The curtains have closed, do not slow your breathing.

 

You know their purpose, it’s you they are seeking.

You must not fail, you must persevere.

The Demons are coming, the Demons are thieving.

 

Tempting flesh is why they are creeping.

It is your turn, you must come here.

The curtains have closed, do not slow your breathing.

 

You've made a mistake, you started believing.

I was there once, my soul disappeared.

The Demons are coming, the Demons are thieving.

 

Come to me, never again will you be dreaming.

Welcome, isn't hell beautiful here?

The curtains have closed, do not slow your breathing.

The Demons are coming, the Demons are thieving.

 

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