Black Dust
(Indisponível)
"Human dreams - such a fruitful place to plant the seeds of terror."
Child i arise
In your dreams
As a creature - of dread
As a demon - or a wicked witch
What pleases me - i choose
I am the master - of terror
I create your nightmares
Child - i am tearing you - apart
My mastery - can not be escaped
Black claws tears your mind
Black chaos - black terror
Child - i am your pain
I'll engrave pain - into your soul
I will set your soul on fire
Black flames will rise - as the gate
Opens - into the realm - of the dead
Here - you will sleep - eternally
And in your never ending dream
I will dance - and laugh
And i will feed
Again - and again
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