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Nocturnal

	There's movement in the night.
	Shades are dancing in a pale moonlight.
	Nocturnal occurrencies.
	Imagination no the night is real.
	I'm looking for the truth.
	But never can
	I find a trace.
	Of bloody witches rituals.
	In the night
	I hear them howl.
	A sound so low it must be real.
	Or is it my fantasy.
	As sunlight fades into a twilight.
	The moon contrasts against a darkening sky.
	Temperature of the air is going down.
	A veil of fog is forming low above the ground.
	There's movement in the night.
	Shades are dancing in a pale moonlight.
	Nocturnal occurrencies.
	Imagination no the night is real.
	I'm looking for the truth.
	But never can
	I find a trace.
	Of bloody witches rituals.
	In the night
	I hear them howl.
	A sound so low it must be real.
	Or is it my fantasy.
	Before the night is turning into dawn.
	The morning fog is coming on to me.
	Suddenly a choking hand grabs me around my neck.
	And drags me into death for eternity.
	There's movement in the night.
	Shades are dancing in a pale moonlight.
	Nocturnal occurrencies.
	I magination no the night is real.
	I'm looking for the truth.
	But never can
	I find a trace.
	Of bloody witches rituals.
	In the night
	I hear them howl.
	A sound so low it must be real.
	Or is it my fantasy...