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In the dark Pine Barrens

I see a shadow move torough

Hear the sound of beating wings

On the air, the smell of doom



I see glowing eyes

glittering red

hear the bay of the hound

well that dogs dead



I come to its carcass

I see the dogs bane

Thats when i know

The Jersey Devil has struck again