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An old and creaky door
That number still death soaked
The room opened again
Darkness, dust, chaos
A strange feeling of loss
Unexplained fear growing
Of that tangible but invisible enemy

Another door leads into the bathroom
The tub full of putrid water
Plunges his hand into the black liquid
Unhealthy waves hug the skin

Slowly sucked from the depths
Drops the level and a mask appears

Is the return of those who dared to
New light for sockets without eyes

The awakened body moves
The rotten face emerges
With the water the death
From the water the life

Rises the whole figure
Transported from the thirst of hate
Taking back the victim
Steps toward the target

The swollen hand lashes on her face
Can't be opposed to the force of evil

The fate hung on a nail
That pierces the skull
Perforating the eye
That bolts away
Blood again, dark again
...And then new light

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