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Beneath a moon that never shines

I walk where silence draws the lines

The trees are dead, the earth is cold

Every shadow knows my soul

Beyond the fog, where the lost ones crawl

I hear their voices through the walls

Beyond the fog, where the dead still breathe

There is something waiting underneath

I feel the cold beneath my bones

Like something claiming what I own

A thousand whispers, one command

Come closer take my hand