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Walking alone in the darkness of moon

Through the millions of faces and souls

With the hope I again entered this room

But night just crawls and crawls

Following hate of the fantasy hope

Searching for the end of the day

Black-clad voyeur is taking some dope

For eternal misanthropy to went away

Empty galleries with pictures of dead

Silhouettes with the tragic blood

The decayed darkness is blackened red

And the spirits are praying to god