الكلمات الأصلية
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Put me out of my misery
Night descends, but I can not sleep
Blood hunger is felt on my teeth
Pictures of the past now torn to pieces
So cold, feels freezing
It’s the time of the night creatures
Blade hurts less than my being
Stab me in the heart with a sharp silver
Wandering in the night, Pale Swordsman
Seven blades, seven wounds
Light pours casted by the full Moon
Let the thirst be quenched with a life
Fade into my embrace
Stepping into the void
But the boundaries are yet far to cross
Crystal-like eyes unclosed
Night calls, I can hear the voice
