Standing in the misty graveyard Thunder rollin' Moon ascendin' Screaming vegetation Sinks down into the mud At midnight nothing is as it seems Whisterlin' wind and evil powers Predators cower from pourin' rain and hail darkness tightens it's grip The hardest part of any dream Is the night Ivy clinging to the wall Birds begining to call Wind howlin' through skeletal trees Moon comes down, the shadows freeze [darkness tightens its grip...]Birth sign: Virgo
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