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I feel sick

that cold breeze

is hurting me

Black old trees

around me

are scaring me

The night is queen

mistery things

are moving

with that evil wind

State of fear

is driving me

to insanity

Bourning clouds gravely sounds

will-o’-the-wisp

I see shadows that lay over me

Damn my feet

are sinking

in the smoking

marshy ground

A floating light

is shining

through the underground

Doubtful consequences

causing grief of

black misfortune

big black wings

of an owl

approach to me