| Nighttime sorrow
taken like a pain Black will not become a white, it's all the same Evil lurks in twilight, dances in the dark Makes you need the movement, like a fire needs a spark to burn!
A rumble of thunder, I'm suddenly under your spell No rhyme or reason, or time of the season, but oh well The darkened deliver, I shake and I shiver down your soul So get a good hold, yeah
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