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geschrieben am: 17.03.2002 um 21:29 Uhr
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Wind blows through the dying trees,
whispering in your ear,
the cold outside crawls into you,
lames every move you do.
distorted faces on your window,
demons gliding through the night,
fear is your companion,
you give up the senseless fight.
The night is black,
the night is dark,
bad dreams are coming back,
outside in the dark there is something,
you canÂ’t see, you canÂ’t say,
bad dreams are always coming back,
you shouldnÂ’t scream, just quietly pray.
Like blood the moon is shinig red,
painful screams inside your head,
icy hands touche your skin,
and care your face gently,
the beast out of the dark is near,
want do drag you to itÂ’s home,
a dark and dirty hole.
Close your eyes lose all your fear,
but then you also lose your soul.
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