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Through his eyes
Crimson red
Stare too long
You'll end up dead
Shadows lurking for attack
You never know
You might not make it back
In the dark, waiting for you
A silent whisper
Nightmare come true
Late a t night, he comes around
Your body chilled
Never to be found
Solo: Maselbas
Desperation
Take your last breath
It's too late - Hour o0f death
No one will know
What happened to you
He strikes again
Knife will cut through