The creatures of evil have captured your lens.
They’re Restless,
and Waiting For You.
Do you feel Cold Hands From the
Shadows?
Are they Cold On your Shoulder?
Is it 10 Degrees And Getting Colder,
among the Cobwebs And Dust?
Is There Anyone Home in
The House You Live In?
The Ghosts Of Cape Horn
will Slide On Over.
You Gotta Get Away ‘cos
IT’S TOO LATE FOR PRAYIN’
Forgive me, Gord.
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