When there are ghosts that have come from the army or a bansom of night,

without the law of war, one that lies dead in the desert,

or a ghost unburied, or a demon or a ghoul,

whatever thou be until thou art remorning,

thou shalt find here no water to drink,

thou shalt not stretch or thy hand to arm,

into a house enter thou not,

through all fence, breakthrough, now not.

We are protected, though we may be frightened.

Our life, you may not steal,

though we may be scared to death.

Welcome to scared to death, graves of babers.

Did you hear my little sorry?

I heard your throat clear.

Oh, the night something caught in my throat.

I'm so sorry, peabers peeps and creepers.

I'm Dan.

I'm Lindsay.

So rough.

Ah, rough morning here.

Lindsay, forgets the mics are on while the intro goes.

I didn't forget.

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