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the night never seems to end

in this desolated wasteland

her cold and soggy hands will grab

rob me of my every breath

all is shrouded in her cloak

shadows spread over the mind

solemnly I dig a hole

so I could lie there when I die

all the creatures of the night

run away in fear and hide

living dead is among them

the ruler of this land

the night is a faithful lover

never wanders to another

she likes to poison my own eyes

so I would see my burning skies

her thin and bony fingers stroke

lovingly so my spine broke

twisting now I am in bed

the day will only see me dead

all the creatures of the night

run away in fear and hide

living dead is among them

the ruler of this land