| the first ray of sunlight killing the night
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| darkness losing mysterious power
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| nocturnal predators seeking a shelter
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| resting until sunset comes
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| daylight is rival of mine
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| i have been nocturnal for a long time
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| waiting for twilight in the dark
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| let my self dream about blood
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| silent noise of bat wings
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| gloomy birdsong of little owl
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| prediction of the death getting closer
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| prediction of absence of tomorrow
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| twilight is spreading over the landscape
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| the last flashes of the light
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| i’m looking at the chosen one from outside
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| she has no idea what gonna happen today
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| your blood and my lips,
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| they are like the morning red sky
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| one of my bites — your silent cry
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| kiss of the death — the resurrection
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| white spines sharp like a diamond
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| black eyes deep as the abyss
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| soul as deep as night dark is
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| hungriness, which never got enough
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| her blood in my veins
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| got her soul in my core
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| when she wake tomorrow
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| i will welcome her in the empire of undead
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| your blood and my lips,
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| they are like the morning red sky
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| one of my bites — your silent cry |
| kiss of the death — the resurrection |