Darkness...

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Through the forests, it runs

Through the dark, it howls

Is it a wolf they ask?

But the devil says it's not


Corpses lay on the ground

With no trace of a hound

What is it they shout?

And the devil says it's from a crown


Screams and hollows float

Whistles and whispers murmur

And here he comes

To have a beer with the darkness.


The light touches the darkness

And he opened his eyes

Still, no light he sees

Only the pitch-black darkness.





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