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At night

The demons

Come to drag me to the rotten worlds

And try to convince me with flattering words

But I was weak

I followed them

And in front of my eyes, they revealed my fate

I tried to escape but it was too late

In darkness

I’m screaming

On the painful days in the shadows I’m hiding

But like the moon at night I am shining

An order

For murder

Is the cure for the sickness of the rotten brain

The perfect way to escape this hell

And I went away to the Celtic lands

And I bless that day when,

On the shady hill I stood

And I touched the hand of God.

As I stepped on the ancient roads

I found that rainy valley of the pagan Gods

And the permanent grey sky

Became the substance of my life

Killing the past

turning it to dust

Healing my scars

Under the stars