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Mornings and nights waiting for this day.

Drops of tears and blood gather on the ground.

You thought that everything would stay there,

that nothing would go wrong.

This time luck is not on your side.

Now it's you who's afraid.

Now it's you who asks for mercy.

But not tonight.

Your pain is my calm,

your pleas my longing.

Flashing light from an old light bulb, reveals your disfigured face.

The creak of the wood (struck by the wind) and the roar of thunder,

create the perfect symphony.

Your pain is my calm,

your pleas my longing.

Only with the sound of your choking cries, I will can rest.