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Here is wisdom…
Let him who hath understanding
Count the number of the beast
For it is a number of a man
And it's number is six hundred and sixty six

It wrings my heart to see the elders whither
It's my morbid fear to getting old
I pray my precious youth to keep forever
But every day I witness truth so hard and cold

I plead for Nosferatu
To give me pleasure
To see what's hidden from the eyes of man
The beauty of the night becomes my treasure

And the moon is my only light in this shadow land
This shadow land of the night on my black wings I take flight

God look upon me now
What I got to deserve
To become what I am
A prisoner of the night

God look upon me now
What I got to deserve
To become what I am
A prisoner of the night

It wrings my heart to see the elders whither
It's my morbid fear to getting old
I pray my precious youth to keep forever
But every day I witness truth so hard and cold

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