Every night at the stroke of midnight
At the death and birth of day
Spirits evil gather
At the gates of Hell some say
And descend among the living
Havoc among them to set free
But there are the unbelievers
Who think this cannot be.
Oh, but they are fools, and as fools they are
They will find in time to come
That spirits shall enter their world
And theat the depths of hell is where they're from
And when they see the shadows
And hear the noises causing fright
They will know for certain evil walks
At the stroke of midnight.
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