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In the dark of the endless night
Wolfs cry Sun dies Never shines in this forest a light Coldness Cuts like a knife Where once was life Death drops from the trees And they agree Merely. Elusive silence makes you weak Angular branches caress your cheek And midst this darkness A circle grows strong Blasted creatures Spinning around (Come dance with me) Madness Confusing insanity Crippling And from the deepest bottom they crawl Children of the nightfall Demons, witches and trolls They all meet and greet Move their feet In a way, graceful Kinda bizarre Fierely Come dance with me! And midst this darkness A circle grows strong Blasted creatures Spinning around Faster now Don’t loose the tact No time to think You just react Just feel and feel And twist and scream Cause no one will Hear anything And midst this darkness A circle grows strong Blasted creatures Spinning around (c) Last8 |
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