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I've been awake in this house |
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She's vanished... |
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Like a phantasm |
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The desperation is the mistress of my thoughts |
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Slave of this house |
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Slave of this nightmare |
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All seems to be so alive and macabre |
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Also my tears seem to live |
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When are falling on my face |
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The moon is covered from obscure clouds |
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But I can see... |
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Like the eyes of a bat |
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Darkness wrap me in theis silence |
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Into obscurity of this room |
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I open the door... |
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Walk in the passage |
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And I take the cricifix in my hand |
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Rooms... Stairs... |
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And silence... |
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Around me!! |
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Perhaps... |
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I'm alone... |
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And I can escape |
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From this mournful place |
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All is closed... |
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Doors and windows |
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I'm condemned to wait her return |
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I shall come back in my room |
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I hear someone open the door |
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She enter with sirene mien |
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To say me "Good night" but before |
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Coming out... |
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She looks my cricifix... |
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And she says: "The people of Transylvania Don't believe in this forms Of faith and idolatry" |
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Ask me to remove my crucifix |
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Then come out from my room |
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I feel an asphyxiating sensation of fear |
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Now I know of the danger |
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I can't escape from the doors |
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But only from the window of my room |
