Drenched with terror, sitting on the pavement, a cold dark night.
I have felt it before, the same cold breeze, like the touch of the undead.
Voices in my head whispering death, so dark, so lost, so damned
Drenched with terror, sitting on the pavement, a cold dark night.
I have felt it before, the same cold breeze, like the touch of the undead.
Voices in my head whispering death, so dark, so lost, so damned
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