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Wake of Nightmare

Dangerous tanters, formed as mysterious monsters.

Eary wicked beings come to kill things!

Blood lit threw the room enormous desperation, fear an gloom!

Knocking at deaths door,thoughts of lonley souls an gor.

In our dreams we explore; in our nightmares we bow to our supieriors.


Our head filled with dread.

Our only escape is to lye alone in bed.

When you close your eyes all you see is the devil an his lies.

this we must realize.

We dream of a dance were the notion of the motion is never false;dreams of slow tangos an clever walce.


We wake in pure dreed,due to a story read.

We then find our hearts neither together nor apart.

We seat ourselves in submission,an age old tridition.

What has left us this way?

The devil is in our minds an our dreams are in disray.

Our nightmares of devil dancers,an dreams of spiritail chanters.

Having read storys of delirious romances.

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