الكلمات الأصلية
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The vision is clear
The apparition of afterlife
You can feel
But not touch the soul
Cut the atmosphere with a knife
Place your stakes high
Lose then you cry
On your own
Not alone
Listen to ghostly sounds
Hide as the visitor comes in to play
Without giving his secrets away
Visitation is all very real
Visitation is all you can feel
I feel the chill of the night in the day
Once in the trap you cannot get away
