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Ghosts are sleeping in the haze of lies.

Darkness is creeping on the leaden skies

Over the depthless burial with rotten water,

Full of peril, giving no quarter!

Moors are calling for you!

What are you going to do?

Flames are burning, bringing forth bother,

They are luring farther and farther.

Strange noises are coming from deepness.

The fuzzy voices, full of fateful bleakness

Pale shadows are rising in the fog,

Leading from shallows to the depths of the bog.

Moors are opening jaws!

Now, you are finally lost!

Slough becoming deeper and wider.

The Flames are burning, brighter and brighter!

You can't escape from this appalling trap -

The road is unclear.

You are entangled in your own web

Of empty dreams and fear.

Unquiet shadows from the passing days

Steadily stalks you.

Blind ambitions slowly clouding your gaze,

Not letting you to see the truth.

The moors are invading your mind

And sending an everlasting sleep,

The mist of fancies makes you blind,

Dragging away into the deep!