You are hidden in the basement of a deserted house
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Your body, your feelings, your screams in darkness
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And only in your thoughts you still see daylight
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In your perpetual thoughts you plead for mercy¡¦
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You remember your lonely way through the night
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Walking in silence with vacant stare
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With the burden of worldly troubles
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You notice a creeping ugly shadow but it¡¯s too late
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And now you are here - among rusty tubing
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Among disgusting purling of sewage
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In the incubator of moss and mould
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In the domain of slowly approaching insanity
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You lie bound to a rotten table and choke with fear
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Naked, frozen and weak
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Trembling at the thought of what
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IT will do next time
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IT visited you twice by now
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An ugly crooked figure
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Every time the creature came up to you
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And sniffed up something between your spread legs
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You tried but could not see HIS (HER) face
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It scared you even more, giving way to shrill screams¡¦
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You live in hope that someone could here it
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Before IT will come again smelling your scent¡¦
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The Scent Of A Screaming Woman
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| Black Countess |
