See them as they come, from blackened sun Ridingcross the sky Fear youll be the one, hunted on the run A refugee in mind Dream that this blessing Will lead you into the light Blessed by the devils kiss Revealing the entrance to hell of night Hell of night Stare into the dark, dont look upon the face Hiding in the night Degenerated soul, fear its your disgrace Lost inside yourself
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