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Feel this presence, dark

Feel this growing darkness

Your lungs are reduced to nothing

Your throat tightens you suffocate

This shadow that follows you

This shadow that invades you

This shadow that pursues you

Don't you guess what will happen

Those incessant whispers

Those shrill whistles

Those omnipresent squeaks

Those oppressive moans

Infestation

Manifesto

Possession

Manifesto

Invisible but yet present

Intangible and bringing you suffering

He whispers to you to abandon yourself

To open your door to the abyss ...

The messenger of your end, the rider of your despair