Friday the thirteenth, number seventeen
Beware of the black cat, that crossess the street
The singing of the owl
Is premonition of inauspiciuous events
If a wild bird flies into your hous
That means a sign of the evil
Why are we afraid of the night?
Why are we afraid of death?
Do you believe in spells and charms
Do you believe in dreams and prophecies
Breaking a mirror will bring you
Seven years of a bad luck

Wer are what we believe to be
IF you believe it will be
So no wonder there's a truth
Behind the superstition

In ancient times eclipse of the sun and moon
Were prophetic of pestilence and fammine
Comets foretold the death of kings
Destruction of nations and coming of wars

Wer are what we believe to be
IF you believe it will be
So no wonder there's a truth
Behind the superstition

One for sorrow, two for joy, three for a letter, foru for a boy
Five for silver, six for gold, seven for a secret never to be told
Starl, star bright, first star I see tonight
I wish I may, I wish I might have the wish I wish tonight
Why are we afraid of the night?
Why are we afraid of death?
If beliefs of common peopls has burnt thousand of witches
Maybe it's not only illusion what we call... superstition

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