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When the night falls upon your dreams.

I will come to take your tears.

I'll spill the blood from your veins.

It's my pleasure to kill.

Nightmare, becomes real

Till your, soul fades

Death, it's always here

It's my need to feel.

Breaking the mirror of eternal screams,

My lust is hunting the youth of luck.

I will pass trought the gates of hell

To take what it's mine.

Nightmare, becomes real

Till your, soul fades

Death ,it's always here

It's my need to feel.

I hear your cry i hear you breath.

Nothing can stop my lust for pain.

Slaughter is the smile on my lips.

It's my pleasure to kill.

Nightmare, becomes real

Till your, soul fades

Death, it's always here

It's my need to feel.