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Night Journey
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Mediu
I just try and try and try
To keep myself sober, as time is passing by.
This night at some unknown hour
I\'ll witness witchery great power.
The ghosts are begging for this time,
This time when logic is a crime,
When life and death are all alike
I’ll try to focus, targeting my strike.
Shadows and tones surrounding everywhere,
Smoking the cunning in the air,
Here they come, travelers of Fate,
There’s Danger, Flesh and Death and Hate
There’s Harmony, Peace, Life and Hope
United in the endless joke.
I hide behind the bushes in my heart,
Grabbing my soul; aiming the shot,
Looking and learning, seeking the Chest,
Where is my key in this whole mess?
The Chaos ‘s leading for the Birth
The Kosmos ‘s ruling for the Cross,
Danger and Flesh and Death and Hate
Unite, creating a huge crate.
Harmony, Peace, Life and Hope
With Strength aside, thrusting this dope.
And.... damn, Ignorance blinding my brain,
Right now when I could shot down Pain.
No need to say that I am doomed,
Everyone runs, disturbed and glommed.
I’m sinking down in the crate,
Not thrusting, just crying my own fate.
See me transforming into none,
Leaving all this, become undone.
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