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| The Man The starving eyes mean nothing To the man who wants his meal. Pain and love go hand in hand For the man who cannot feel. Life's empty cup spills over On the man who waits his death. Bloody soul and broken heart For the man who wastes his breath. Piercing smiles, stabbing power For the man whom devils call. Laughing evil watches on At the man who wants it all Creatures of the Night On the eve of destruction The powers summon me. With an echo in my ear, They shout "Set me free!" So give them light. Let them breathe. Creatures of the night, They never leave. With mystical words Enchanted through the years, The end of the world Is soon coming near. So unlock your doors. Give up your fight. Let them rule over you, The creatures of the night. |
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