The night was humid, yet cold
My future about to be fortold
In silent atisipation, there I stood
Waiting in the forgotten wood
The shadow came before me first
The thundering sky became a curse
Fragile fingers brushed against strong
I knew now, it wouldn't be long
Deep into the woods I was led
Not looking back, only ahead
Started to congure ghostly things
Pupets run by visible strings
And as they danced in tune with us
There memorys open, sinfull lust
The black night sky deepining still
The ghostly gouls about to kill
Further we danced in time
Each step played out, a phanomime
Until the end is finaly clear
The path has ended, we are here.
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