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I had a premordial preminition

Batten down the hatches

Because a storm is blowing in

There’s a chill in the air

And the dark is dank and gloomy

I have a feeling fear is going to stalk the halls tonight

I get the sense that terror will be soon at flight

I can feel that evil is abroad

And out goes all the lights

This sensorial reaction

Wants me too take flight

But there is no getting away from this

So I guess its time to stand and dight

The demonic forces that will besiege

Our encampment tonight

I hear the tortured twisted screams

Crying out over the the firelight

Just beyond, out in the dark

Just there, agonisingly out of sight.