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evil roams the land of my dreams
onslaught is the onset of coma
ancients chase the crystals of black
magic is the secret I keep
searching in the land of my dreams
gazing in the eyes of my dying conciousness
I have to grasp the last stone
failing means I will never awake
slowly I drown in my sleep
hoping my brain will awake
my last crystal will fall in their hands
leaving me to die alone in my sleep
ride!
I hear hooves pounding
I see his mask, itís black!
I try escaping but I canít move
Iím doomed
sword!
flesh!
blood!
kill!
die!
sun will rise for you again
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