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Out of the blackness came the night
In the darkness the shadows played.
And out of the darkness spilled the blood
Staining the moon red
Out of the woods cries turn to screams
And the blood ran freely
Tell there were no shadows left
The moon, weeping from sorrow let its rays fall
Lighting the ground with its praise
There they were
And there he stood
A shadow, nothing more then a playing shadow
A dark angel…

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