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Shadows
Hounds of Hell
Stained
Barriers
Poison
Wilted Flower
Tempest
Broken
Hollow
Image
Remembered
Shadows
Faces of ebony in a night of black onyx
Screaming
Feeling numb with the silence of the hour
Death is near
I can feel its constant coldness surround my soul
In the pitch of the night
I can feel its grasp on me
Total control!!