A knife to cut the skin
A cave to hide in
I
I rise from slumber one night
I have this urge to
A long way from our home
Destined to roam
Where the sun
Infernal vision I saw, out from the darkness it came
Among the trees
In the deepest forest
We are here alone
We have
It came like a black cloud rolling through the sky
Without
Trough the Circle of Dawn
I shall lead my race
From which
You are playing with evil things
Claim to be a magician,
Lying on my bed alone in the dead of the
In the midst of the woods, strange figures walk in
You say that I am evil, but you don't know
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