| The silhouettes wither in the dimming light
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| Faces turn into masks unknown
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| A hunger awakes in the wandering mind
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| Memories of an ancient anger rise
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| A change of the paradigma
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| Dwelling in the darkness
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| A cold breeze of death
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| From the hidden ground
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| At the horizon, invisible, a movement in the mist
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| A lurking eye, glowing in the night
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| Echoing voices, distantly, whispering silent threats
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| Pale beings in the ghastly silence
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| Bloodstained hands fade in the night
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| In the shades the fears return
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| Along the graveyards of morale sight
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| The souls are mere prey of darkness
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| When the laws of light are no more
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| Surrounded by the true primal sin
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| They fear the return of the forgotten |