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Three quite calm nights went by. |
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Merely the silence before a new tempest arrived. |
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All hell breaks loose on night four. |
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The children can now hear how father is whipping their squealing mother |
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with his leather belt while she falls to the floor. |
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The fear and tension is rising by the day. |
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The boy falls asleep but his sister is kept awake |
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Tick-tack! It's time to go! |
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For there's a crow... Tick! Tack... Ticking on her window. |
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She has no explanation why she has a terrible feeling |
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that someone is going to die. |
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Next morning they leave everything behind. |
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They bring some clothes, water and bread. |
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They run with fear |
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but without hesitation and regret, |
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without looking back. |
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Darkness has fallen. |
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Two children are afraid and lost in the night. |
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They walk on an old road when a car appears |
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and they're too slow to hide. |
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Goddamn! He found them! |
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Goddamn! He found them! |
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Goddamn! He found them... |
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His eyes glow like those of SATAN himself! |
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He's cursing, pounding, screaming! |
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Throws his son into the car. |
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Hits his little daughter so hard! |
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Tell me the truth. I know this was you. |
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But no more, little whore. |
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I'll punish you like I've never done before. |
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Goddamn! Goddamn! |
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His eyes glow like those of SATAN himself! |
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They get beaten, locked up and mistreated. |
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There's no place like home! |
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And she opens her eyes after another brutal night. |
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Weeping wind whining hopeless tones |
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and there's no sunshine, it's still dark outside. |
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The living room is trashed. |
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There are bloodstains and pieces of glass everywhere. |
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Father still passed out on the couch. |
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Where's mother? And why is there water dripping down the stairs? |
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She walks up the staircase and sees her little brother |
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holding on to the doorpost of the bathroom, |
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As if he had just seen a ghost. |
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His body is frozen, eyes wide open. |
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He does not react to her voice. |
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What's wrong? A tear rolls down his pale face. |
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And then! |
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The sight of their dead mother, |
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floating in light red water flowing from the bathtub. |
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She had left the water faucet open, |
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taken an overdose of pills and slit both her wrists. |
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No! She is dead! She is dead! Mother is dead! |
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No! Mama, why? Oh mother, goodbye... |
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Mommy, why? Oh mother, goodbye... |
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When crows tick on windows |
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Oh, when crows tick on windows... |
