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The Nightful Sleep BelowDreams night long in utter hellDay shivers By the touch of the gold of the evening I open my eyes I awake by night and fire From my rest The land lies nightly silent In my hands I wait at the edge of the world …lifelessly Buried in shallow grave Locked in a corpse And that pale cold body In the snow My touch is cold desire Inhale your soul Jet the night is awake Grim and pale The night is awake Fear the bines from the graves |