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I understand your words

even they are soft they are direct

The fear of the dark is a torment for you

the despair and unconsciousness

domain you more and more.

Alone in the dark

and now you are not here

tell me beauty goddess who will care you.

Your face pale and cold

an eternal empty in your eyes

is the infinite reflex from your eternal

solitude.

Don't be hear your words

nor your screams of agony

just echoes in the wind

of a dark cold night.

I'll rise the dead

and I'll invocate your presence

and signing to the moon

you'll feel my esence.

Under a eternal conjure

in this forgotten wood

with pass of the time

I'll be at your side.