| There’s a disease a wrenching bane
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| Adverse twisted minds
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| Grip of fear within the flesh
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| Is eating you alive
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| Ruins the lives of innocent
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| A fitful waking sleep
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| Sadly the world it shakes it’s head
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| And begins to weep
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| And now to sleep perchance to dream
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| But you cannot hear your cries
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| Memories run like rivers flow
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| Blackened waters of the mind
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| Phobias, fear of crypts and caves
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| Oblivion denied
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| All you see such a lie to behold
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| Born through a cradle of time
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| Stomach wrenching, sweat runs cold
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| Pointless nightmares of bizarre and sublime
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| Summon them now, arise your fears
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| Release the pain or drown
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| Acidic noise like knell of doom
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| Darkened passages revealing gloom
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| Nightfear
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| Creeping on the skulls of man
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| Softly at the dawn
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| Sharpened edge of nightfears blade
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| Pray you now for rising morn
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| Divine faith a childish prayer
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| Drilled into you from birth
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| Yet nightfear continues on Returning with a curse
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| Now the fortitudes in light
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| But darkened eve draws near
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| Dawning on a ghoulish thought
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| The night belongs to fear |