Tili-tili bom
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Close your eyes soon
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Someone walks outside the window
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And knocking on the door
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Tili-tili bom
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Close your eyes soon
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Someone walks outside the window
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And knocking on the door...
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You naively believe that you are alone here
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It seems that there are shutters in the windows, the door is locked
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And only dreams caress your young pool,
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But I'm watching, yes, I'm your friend
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There is no shadow on the floor from my steps
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The floorboard won't creak, yes, I'm here to
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Smooth your hair so that you are an orphan
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I saw in a dream a long-dead father
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I am not him, no
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I am not him, no
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I want your flesh, I'm scratching at your door
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You remember
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You remember
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My whisper is like no relatives (yeah)
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I'll get you out of bed, my night
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Too short, but I'll take mine
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You will hear knocks on the door through a dream
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Father's voice: "Daughter, open, I'm here." |
(a!)
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So it was with every
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And it was, and not, and where who will say
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What was life became ours
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What was flesh became minced meat
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Behind a new door, behind a new victim
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Waiting for hours behind glass
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Frozen like cold in the darkness of the night
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Eternal hunger, wendigo
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Tili-tili bom
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Close your eyes soon
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Someone walks outside the window
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And knocking on the door
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A huge city hides me in the bowels
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Somewhere underground, among the rats, I am a prisoner
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Damn this new time
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Gears rumbling from above
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Without a hundred years, a thousand year famine
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Now even the host of the night will not hide,
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But I smell, I smell, even in sewage waters
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Their smell of flesh (smell of flesh!)
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Are drawn to my call
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Through the sewer darkness labyrinth
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The Flock of Satan's Children
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Creatures of the night, steel fangs
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Drives their hunger from their homes
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Guides the wendigo great exodus
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People no longer believe that we exist
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Time to see the ancient evil
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The appointed hour, at the last rays
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The crimson sun will climb
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From hatches and pipes, spreading like an octopus, a horde of filth
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Under the songs of their cries, we will go out to the feast
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Spilling through the streets like a stormy river
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You can't hide - run and feel
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How. |
We're coming for you (we're coming for you!)
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Tili-tili bom
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Close your eyes soon
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Someone walks outside the window
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And knocking on the door |