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There's movement in the night.
Shades are dancing in a pale moonlight.
Nocturnal occurrencies.
Imagination no the night is real.
I'm looking for the truth.
But never can I find a trace.
Of bloody witches rituals.
In the night I hear them howl.
A sound so low it must be real.
Or is it my fantasy.
As sunlight fades into a twilight.
The moon contrasts against a darkening sky.
Temperature of the air is going down.
A veil of fog is forming low above the ground.
There's movement in the night.
Shades are dancing in a pale moonlight.
Nocturnal occurrencies.
Imagination no the night is real.
I'm looking for the truth.
But never can I find a trace.
Of bloody witches rituals.
In the night I hear them howl.
A sound so low it must be real.
Or is it my fantasy.
Before the night is turning into dawn.
The morning fog is coming on to me.
Suddenly a choking hand grabs me around my neck.
And drags me into death for eternity.
There's movement in the night.
Shades are dancing in a pale moonlight.
Nocturnal occurrencies.
Imagination no the night is real.
I'm looking for the truth.
But never can I find a trace.
Of bloody witches rituals.
In the night I hear them howl.
A sound so low it must be real.
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