to dance Time is standing still It's a dangerous meeting They're gonna get themselves killed Tonight the circle is broken forever Seven people dead within a
[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
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 The wolves are howlin', a
born on the cemetery Under the sign of the moon Raised from my grave by the dead I was made a mercenary In the legions of hell Now I'm king of pain,
[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] 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 on
[King Diamond] "7 Years Have Gone, It Can No Longer Be Left Undone The Candle Must Be Burn Again, And Pain Must Follow the Unholy Flame So Burn...Burn
[King Diamond] Welcome My Friend, My Name Is
[King Diamond] Christmas time is here again Santa needs a helping hand We cannot find his evil sheet To draw his laying for the night So all the waiting
[King Diamond] Riding up the alley in the rain No lights to show the way How could this ever be their home Through the darkness You could only see A
[King Diamond] Grandma' welcome home... You have been gone for far too long Is this a dream, are You really back? Let me help You out of the chair...
[King Diamond] Oh It's
[King Diamond] It's so cold inside on this summer night Black clouds in the sky dancing before my eyes I'm losing track of time It's the eye of the
[King Diamond] I cannot sleep at night That's what the day is for anyway And as the clock strikes midnight I hear "THEM" dancing at the graves singing
a black and white Are placed upon the altar North, South, East and West And so we clean the air High priestess invoking the Devil Infernal a names are
[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 where