| There’s movement in the night. |
| Shades are dancing in a pale moonlight
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| Nocturnal occurrencies. |
| Imagination no the night is real. |
| I’m looking for the
|
| Truth. |
| But never can I find a trace. |
| Of bloody witches rituals. |
| In the night I
|
| Hear them howl. |
| A sound so low it must be real. |
| Or is it my fantasy. |
| As
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| Sunlight fades into a twilight. |
| The moon contrasts against a darkening sky
|
| Temperature of the air is going down. |
| A veil of fog is forming low above the
|
| Ground. |
| There’s movement in the night. |
| Shades are dancing in a pale moonlight
|
| Nocturnal occurrencies. |
| Imagination no the night is real. |
| I’m looking for the
|
| Truth. |
| But never can I find a trace. |
| Of bloody witches rituals. |
| In the night I
|
| Hear them howl. |
| A sound so low it must be real. |
| Or is it my fantasy. |
| Before
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| The night is turning into dawn. |
| The morning fog is coming on to me. |
| Suddenly a
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| Choking hand grabs me around my neck. |
| And drags me into death for eternity
|
| There’s movement in the night. |
| Shades are dancing in a pale moonlight
|
| Nocturnal occurrencies. |
| I magination no the night is real. |
| I’m looking for the
|
| Truth. |
| But never can I find a trace. |
| Of bloody witches rituals. |
| In the night I
|
| Hear them howl. |
| A sound so low it must be real
|
| Or is it my fantasy… |