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Nightmare
In the dead of the night its strength is growing,
with the strike of the midnight pendulum.
It awaits at the doorstep of dreams,
to drink the blood from the chalice of your body.

Nightmare
When your soul suffers in the veil of the night,
your stiff flesh is writhing in pain.
Eyes weep without tears, face troubled and twisted,
a black being feeding of your dreams.

Death
The dawn enshrouded by the veil of night
without stars and moonlight.
With the black glow of the bottomless void,
it will take you before the morning comes.

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