| Under the trees reflected in the days of summer
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| Who’s afraid of the dark lake doesn’t have to follow me
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| Dead and resurrection on the day of ice
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| Down there where life forms are different
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| They are alive reborn stealing body and soul
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| From the water I can hear their voices they scream and waggle
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| On the bottom the sand is shacked Monstrous bodies disappear
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| Among the rooms of an ancient wooden ruin their faces are deformed
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| I lent my hands to the cold and frost I look around
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| In the frightening winter silence no form of moving life
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| Only the howl of the wind through the branches
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| Tells anyone the ugly story of a black lake
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| Some swim with strength other are carried like dead
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| I will devour you my friend
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| On the bottom the sand is shacked Monstrous bodies disappear
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| Among the rooms of an ancient wooden ruin their faces are deformed
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| I feel you like ultrasound while leaving the nature of this world
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| I can see you carrying out a massacre
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| I’m sitting on the cold and wet stone and I watch you dying
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| Come down from heaven white light powder
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| And reached the mystery of the lake |