The night is black 7 figures walk the streets of Louvers Picard is one, another two are priests And then the nuns going to The meetings held in secrecy
Andy la Rocque] The night is black 7 figures walk the streets of Louviers Picard is one, another two are priests And then the nuns going to The meetings
la Rocque] The night is black 7 figures walk the streets of Louviers Picard is one, another two are priests And then the nuns going to The meetings
meet your face again He is such a sick little man He's so much sicker than me and I am Meet me at midnight by the cemetery gates Meet me at midnight
Tonight the circle is meeting again Who will be the first to fall in trance In here nobody is sensing the rain Tonight a spirit will glance So as they
that brought me down He is such a sick little man He's so much sicker than me, and I am Meet me at midnight by the cemetery gates Meet me at midnight
[Mercyful Fate] Tonight the circle is meeting again Who will be the first to fall in trance In here nobody is sensing the rain Tonight the spirit will
brought me down He is such a sick little man He's so much sicker than me, and I am Meet me at midnight by the cemetery gates Meet me at midnight or
: [Mercyful Fate] I'm back again, back in the evil night And you're waiting, doomed by the living dead Flames are rising, can't you see you're dying
: [Mercyful Fate] Listen, I'm a corpse, I'm a corpse I'm a corpse without soul Satan, he's taken, he's taken He's taken his toll And he took it out
: [Mercyful Fate] Away out in Egypt in the Valley of Kings Where the mummified Pharaohs Pretend dead in their sleep Don't touch, never ever steal Unless
: [Mercyful Fate] This magic winter night I see a light Again I hear that tune, some sort of croon Oh no, no, no, oh, my brain. I see them gypsy waggons
: [Mercyful Fate] Come, come to the Sabbath Down by the ruined bridge Witches and demons are coming Just follow the magic call Come, come to the Sabbath
: [King Diamond] Oh It's
: [King Diamond] Welcome My Friend, My Name Is
: [King Diamond] "That must be it" Through the summer rain of 1845 The coach had finally arrived To the valley where the crossroads meet below And
