Darkness slides it's unhealthy hand
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Through the lost and forgotten realms
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And the few and unfortunate to walk this land
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Stumble blind through the watchful elms
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As their heartbeats rise and their courage dies
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The hope to see dawn grows dim
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From behind each rise spring a pair of eyes
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And the whole of the night looks grim
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Cult of the river god awaken now
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For the sound disturbs your sleep
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What is this unsettling silence here
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What emerges from the deep
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Creep forth black mass of lizard things
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With your backs to the rising wind
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Black void howling enchanted things
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As the thunderclouds roll in
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The swamp starts spitting out profane delights
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With a shrill and a savage cry
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The rain picks up a most unholy song
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As lightning splits the sky
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Gotta find a mountain
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Gotta find a cave
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Some inner sanctuary
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Some more peaceful place
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Gotta shake this evil off my tail
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Leave this world forever
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And cover up my trail
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Take it easy, take it easy
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Close your frightened eyes and give your mind a chance to fly
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Let the fire in your belly out into the sky
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Sit with the gnomes at the end of the rainbow
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In the trees where the green goblins hang low
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And the leprechauns sit on their pot o' gold
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And the children of the eldritch never grow old
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Waiting for the daylight
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Standing at the break of dawn
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Standing in the twilight
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Ca fait longtemps, ca fait longtemps que j'l'attends yeah
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Effoire a l'ombre en attendant
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Que tout recommence calmement
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Patient children, patient children
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Waiting for the night to end
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Watchful Elms
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Grimskunk |