"Terror in the Streets" Videos
Time to go it's late, as the fog begins to lay
And you wish that you were at home in bed
Visions of evil and visions ill will
Are burning corners into your head
The echo of your steps
From the fence across the field
They're coming from close behind
The air drops to ten degrees, cob webs in the trees
Your door step seem so very far
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