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As day turns into night

and reason turns to fear

Nature grows silent

and senses start to clear

Walking amongst you

the children of the moon

Behind day's faces

the dark will come soon

Instinct takes over

as the sun dies in the west

Shapes begin changing

return of the repressed

Seems so far away now

manners, rules and laws

No god, no priest, no mercy

just death, teeth and claws

There's no use in running

when the moon is high

I offer you deliverance

under blood red sky