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As the shadows fall, a paranormal call Ambiance of the enchanted night Embracing with thrilling delight Winds of darkness is stealing my soul I am facing forward into the abyss Descending into a deep black hole Exhuming the darkness below and above My soul drifts with the undead spirits Into the most extreme region of the human mind There is a dark cold place where men meet them self Death is my sanctuary, a violent flow of energy I hear the mysterious echoes of the past Cascading forces, figments of imagination Sculptures carved in stone, the portal to the unknown From Letras Mania