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• Artiste: Voldemort
• Titre: The Dark Mark In The Sky
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An ol' wizard went flying out one dark 'n windy day At the Quidditch Cup he rested as he went along his way When all at once a mighty herd of hooded freaks he saw Plowing through the camping site, right through the cloudy draw Their wands where spitting fire, their boots where made of steel Their cloaks where black and shiny and their magic he could feel A bolt of fear went through him as some muggles hit the sky The death eaters were marching by and he heard their mournful cry: Yippee aye, Yippee eye o The Dark Mark up in the sky His face went pale, his eyes were blurred, his cloak all soaked with sweat He mounted his broom to catch that herd, but he ain't got caught 'em yet 'Cause they're doomed to serve forever in the ranks of the Dark Lord No pension for the wicked, they'll be slayed by Voldemort As the Death Eaters went by him, he heard one call his name “If you wanna save your soul from death, or torture all the same Then wizard join our army, or Unforgivable be our Curse Enslaved just like a house-elf Or maybe even worse.” Yippee aye, Yippee eye o The Dark Mark up in the sky Dark Mark up in the sky