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The moon has rose, and it's time for night

Psychic nightmares, evil presence

Empty shattered thoughts, they remind me

Of tormenting you, again and again

Stare towards, the mirror reflection

Stab yourself, feel the satisfaction

Fiction writing, itself becoming

Painful, reality

I shattered you in your dreams,

Don't hesitate destiny, you're my enemy

Evilness draws, near shadows approach

Let thy lungs be filled with hate

Shall it leed, to your mortal evil

And create an , illusion of chaos

The moon has rose

It's time for night

Bleeding from the knife that plough

The skin once so clear

salvation hoping to find from this sacrifice

Evilness draws, near shadows approach

Let thy lungs be filled with hate

Shall it leed, to your mortal evil

And create an , illusion of chaos