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Shadows that stir in the moonlight

Setting the meadow afire

Motionless eyes through the window

That stare deadly and tired

The trembling fear thats inside us

Shakes like a whispering floor

Locked in a permanent prison

They won’t break down the door

In the shapes of midnight

The fog deceives your eyes

As we wait for daylight

The hope inside will die

Cold is the morning that wakes us

The glacial pace of the sun

Rises with smoke through the black trees

Oh what have they done

Dead is the bird in the cool stream

Floating away to the sea

Rain falling gently upon her

A sight that should never be

In the shapes of midnight

The fog deceives your eyes

As we wait for daylight

The hope inside will die

Kill all the voices that fill all the voids in your head

Down on your knees like a servant who bleeds for the dead

Run through the meadow and look for the gold in the sky

It won’t be long til the shadows that fall on you die

Kill all the demons that feed off the feelings you had

The voice of tomorrow that brings with it sorrow, is sad

Hold off the river of fear that will shiver inside

Remember the future that won’t ever suit you, has died...The Shapes of Midnight