The shadows crawling all over your body
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Making ununderstandable signs
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You know that they wish
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To say something to you
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But your hermetically closed mind
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Let's in only rational
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The great unknown
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Like a venom
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Leaks through
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Into your veins
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In very short time the less of your suffers
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Will be unimmaginable pain
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How easy it is break you
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Resistance will make you
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And who knows where
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The dead line is lair
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Between what's real and the dream
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All the mares hide in dark
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Places of human mind
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Like a horde of angry deamons
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Arms of darkness and mercyless
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Conquering the last of mind bastions
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Your ruin out of time
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You run out of strength
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Horde Of Angry Deamons
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| Dies Irae |
