Verse 3:
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Holly Hell hath many doors
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Grave stone?s knocking upon yours
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Cannot move once darkness falls
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Ears pounding with grim wolf howls
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The reaper walks beyond the gate
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Better hope that you?re not late
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The reaper on his pale horse rides
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He?ll catch me though I run in strides
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Lessons learned I fear to late
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The Reaper now shall seal my fate
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Then read my bones upon the floor
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The Reaper takes me home once more.