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when the mist of the morning falls a silence calls from the faith baying at the window of my wondering everything is faded, growing near to the ground hiding in a corner of the doorway the light is the fear of the shadow near the leaves where the locust leaps the spider's under the streets in her catacomb museum her lovers' mausoleum with the kiss of the killing doors the darkness creeps down the stairs of my vision and I feel the walls inside I feel someone inside me now everything is faded, growing near to the ground hiding in a corner of the doorway shadow of the world a field of locust swarming down again a field of locust swarming down now the jackals of the nightmare lay at the feet of the lunatics hands through the dark are crawling over me shadow of the world a field of locust swarming down again a field of locust swarming down a field of locust swarming down again a field of locust swarming down Aus Songtexte Mania