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This is a death dream In the daytime I go to the cemetery buildings In search of books And never do I find the right one I just browse through death books When it seems the ones I want are out In the night time I go with friends to the cemetery And the entire time concerns Carousings and adventures within the cemetery But all others are insincere and even silly Some figures predominate and I compromise my Especial meeting to go with them I always attempt to get some of these friends to go with me But they are afraid It seems I do not want to go alone And leave each successive night with hopes for Tomorrow's daytime excursion to the cemetery Last time I was particularly upset Despair that the right books will never be there Because people will not bring them back and My reliance is weak I should find a way to require that which I want Of special interest in the dream is the night time attraction Of particular growing things Which previously were cultivated in horror with another SongtexteIn the night wanderings I attempt to get back to these to encounter horror But they â?? others are afraid or silly And one or two are not But show me replicas which are not the same This I know and am disappointed Earlier for interest I had a wine bottle Weird death monsters approached and I admitted them As they filed past into my house Not the bedroom where others were They danced in the living room Extremely macabre and death-like moves Others saw them and sometime later expressed horror as they left Or escaped Aus Songtexte Mania