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Dark clouds |
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Have flooded the skies |
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Thunderstorm makes me |
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Open my eyes |
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I follow my instincts |
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Into the night |
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The forest invites me |
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With branches spread wide |
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Sometimes a lightning far away |
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Illuminates my blackened way |
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Through the gate of nature I pass |
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The one plaited from wet leaves and grass |
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Black in darkness |
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I disappear |
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Where the hum of wind |
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So clearly I hear |
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The gale winnows |
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My already wet hair |
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And icy-cold rain |
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Flows down my face |
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And I smell a scent so fresh |
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And intense |
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Now I can feel the Lucifer's |
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Presence |
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He is calling on me - Lucifer! |
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Into the abyss (of Hell) |
