The Child Dreams InsideThe world is a prison of desire,Like the halls of eternityAs a terminal spirit diseaseThe red in the sky is ours,We are calling the rainLittle children are fallin downLeaving blood on ice.This is the return of the gods,Under the sign of black markOne night remains from a bleeding heartBetray my secrets at the gates of hell,In the shadow your black wingsThis a new world disorderThey are shadows of the night,Imaginations from the other sideMaybe emotions are dreams of reality...As tales of creationOnly dark days are for usFrom father to sunIn times before the lightIts only total fuckin darknessWake up a
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