From his secret resting place beneath a basement in Curtin Road, near to where Shakespeare had his first theatre the King emerges to join with the throng of chanting ghouls, vampires, and revelers. They chant: spirits come forth and the pavement shall crack run like a river down the black tarmac london turns its back on Kingsland road don't shield your eyes when the flagstones heave under the ground an army awakes when the clock strikes twelve summer has gone but Autumn is here to take you away down Kingsland Road.
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