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Running... towards fields unfertile Spreading... terror over all Life becomes obscure under my feet Humility becomes pride after my arrival You don't see me You don't hear me But I'm here Observing your strange dance and rituals Observing your every moves I'm waiting I'll get you It's a question of time I've received, here the best and the greatest Greeping... in the wingdings of night Don't touch the shadows or You will be infected Your head, your eyes Your hands, your legs Belong to me 'till birth Observing your strange dance and rituals Observing your every moves I'm waiting I'll get you It's a question of time At least approaching my funeral ornament Let my hand lay on your shoulder You're feeling right now I got you for ever...