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The cabin looks friendly at this hour

In this night I wander lost in darkness

My fears are lighted by a cold flame

The question takes control again…

Will I light the house, to burn my fears?

To burn the hundred souls inside me…

To crawl every night into an infernal noise

And at this darkest moment they erupt again

The branches trap me inside the forest

From the swamp the end will come again

Black curtains fall in a killing rhythm

It’s again chaos, oh magical chaos…

A broken smile seats in the corner

I cut the hand that feeds me

For moving dreams and immaterial desires

Slaughter puts stigmatic signs all around