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Tides of DarknessThe chase is set, my path shrouded in dangerThe tides have turned now my nightmare lives in you The stillness of the air and the silence of the earth The painted picture of this night and the broken wooden pier Without warning, the wind roared like thunder blowing With such force that no man can stand upon their own two feet The shadows cast themselves upon the old stone walls Amidst these ruins the night grows old A window slams shut as he is living in search for blood (Repeat all above) The tides of darkness now ready to unfold Crouching down the silhouette takes hold With a shrill I’m calling upon this restless night I’ve drawn my last breath my exhale full of spite |