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The sick twisted visions of horrid transitions to the ones who raise witches or slice open the rest The prophicies stand still as the children turn ill upon the dark night the deads blood will rest The wind in the trees a rotted stench in the breeze you pray to thee and the answer is me It tortures for thrills it enters with chills your clinging for life then your blood spills My face is becoming so clear now your skins burning from construction of fear into the night im composing a spree i enter your soul when clock strike 3:33 SongtexteI raise up from the dead i begin to pull down into your bed As you scream for life that you never had i am in you now i am all you have I am in you and there´s nothing you can do now It tortures for thrills it enters with chills your clinging for life then your blood spills I feel the wind has spoken to me and this night is calling for thee into the depths i yearn for you a cross waved by burning through you can feel me i can hear you you can`t touch me i will torture you i am in you and there`s nothing you can do now Reaching out for me you cry for sympathy holy water rains down on you your blood is tossed and strewed (Dank an claudia für den Text) Aus Songtexte Mania