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Into arms, to home To cold, to darkness To black, blacker To the blackest black

To black, blacker To the blackest black Into arms, to home To cold, to darkness

Hurts, it hurts me Pain leaks out in tears Hurts, it hurts so much Will the sounds ever mute?

Tasting the last hour of freedom Displeasure 1 shines though the eyes Crowd who can smell the fear Ready to quench your torch

Nightmare needs a new host Weak enough to believe The words they stand behind Satan himself, picture of a man Bringer of eternal agony and creator of all evil

Bow now Satan has been clothed in a dress Kneel down Do not peak under the skirt

I do not want to go to sleep anymore The voices call me from the corner Into it's arms, to home To cold, to darkness

Forcibly I fight against falling asleep It calls it's child to come home To black, blacker To the blackest black

Bow now Do not disturb one who is shortly passing away Kneel down It calls it's child to come home

Bow now Satan has been clothed in a dress Kneel down Do not peak under the skirt

Tasting the last hour of freedom Through eyes displeasure shines Crowd who can smell the fear Ready to quench your torch

I don't want to go to sleep The voices call me from the corner Into it's arms, to home To cold, to darkness

Forcibly I fight against falling asleep It calls it's child to come home To black, blacker To the blackest black

Is there something somewhere still? Can I still come into your Arms, to home To cold, to darkness?

Can I be born anew? To love you to life To black, blacker To the blackest black https://lyricstranslate.com