Climbing, climbing,
Up the walls.
On the cieling,
Through the halls.
Climbing, climbing,
Here they come.
Thunder crashing.
Wind of storm.
Climbing, climbing.
Thousand eyes.
For your sins
You'll pay the price.
Climbing, climbing,
Here they dwell.
Here to drag you back to hell.
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