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Deep in Darkened Woods

Behind red curtains

Lies the entrance

To the lodge

Black and White

Mirror Image

Yet Unified

Doppelgänger

Spirits Dance

To tunes unheard

They´re parasites

Latch on, the host will die

They feast on suffering

Garmonbozia

They will take control

Dead, wrapped in plastic

Guardian Spirits

Appear in Dreams

Each with

Their own Agenda

You must go

Into the Cave

The owls are

not what they seem

Spirits Dance

To tunes unheard

They´re parasites

Latch on, the host will die

They feast on suffering

Garmonbozia

They will take control

Dead, wrapped in plastic

The Atom Split

Birth of Malice

Spawn of Radiation

Crawls into your throat

Darkness, hereditary

Your life was just a part

Of a divine plan

Never to be enacted