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Running Blind
Close my eyes,
The wicks of the candles ablaze!
And my mind - such a huge blank...
Full moon is ready,
So are the souls and the rhymes!
Altar is ready,
Wolfs call the night.
My concentration
Focuses on the
Nightmare's pact,
The fears are going further,
Running blind!
This wicked game will
Make me proud...
My book of shadows,
Sea water, some dust, and the fire
With a breath, and my own soul...
There's no redemption,
The balance has been broken now!
Seven twisted wishes.
Wolfs call the night.
My concentration
Focuses on the
Nightmare's pact,
The fears are going further,
Running blind!
This wicked game will
Make me proudâ¦
A pinch to get blood.
The pact must seal now!
He's coming to me,
I can feel it right now!
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- Album:
- Stockholm Syndrome
- Stockholm