| Like a demon that shows it’s face
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| No longer in the shadow of the sun
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| Out from the hiding place
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| Comes the night’s progeny, the nocturnal son
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| Heavenly sights are obscured
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| By the shadow with the nocturnal wings
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| Broadens from a skyline to another
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| And awake the infernal things
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| With black dragon wings
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| It force the sun behind the hills
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| Whatever it is which darken the sphere
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| It has an infernal appearance
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| It gives rise to the human mind’s fear
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| It touch your dreams with evil hands
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| Fear the dark full of spells
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| You never know what’s coming to you
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| Maybe it is for you these chiming bells
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| Maybe you never make it through
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| It seems endless the night
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| When it does it’s diabolical rise
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| From the twilight comes the seed from the moon
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| To give birth to the night and the things it brings
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| Dark emotions and thoughts
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| Comes with the moon seed
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| Pure evil seed which cause the mad man’s mind
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| The demon lord has shown his face
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| And now it’s time to gather the wings
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| The sun is rising and it’s not enough space
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| For the night’s demons and sun’s shining |