Through the long dreaded night my fears are coiled and waiting.
The hands of time are frozen.
The touch of evening shatters and grows old.
In a vision the dark evil pours from there soul.
My despair comes unraveling its nightmare.
Wrenching the wailing demons from hell.
Destiny stands in the doorway of time.
The reaper possesses the only lock and key.

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