TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE MEARFEST
Twas the night before Mearfest, when all thro' the house
Not a rock god was stirring, not ev' Abaddon himself
Molly-shirts were hung by stage right with care
In hope that Satan's Empire soon would be there
The children wore ear defenders all snug on their heads
While new wave of heavy metal woke up the South Shields dead.
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