
Nocturnal Songtext
There's movement in the night. Shades are dancing in a pale moonlight.
Nocturnal occurrencies. Imagination no the night is real. I'm looking for the
truth. But never can I find a trace. Of bloody witches rituals. In the night I
hear them howl. A sound so low it must be real. Or is it my fantasy. As
sunlight fades into a twilight. The moon contrasts against a darkening sky.
Temperature of the air is going down. A veil of fog is forming low above the
ground. There's movement in the night. Shades are dancing in a pale moonlight.
Nocturnal occurrencies. Imagination no the night is real. I'm looking for the
truth. But never can I find a trace. Of bloody witches rituals. In the night I
hear them howl. A sound so low it must be real. Or is it my fantasy. Before
choking hand grabs me around my neck. And drags me into death for eternity.
There's movement in the night. Shades are dancing in a pale moonlight.
Nocturnal occurrencies. I magination no the night is real. I'm looking for the
truth. But never can I find a trace. Of bloody witches rituals. In the night I
hear them howl. A sound so low it must be real.
Or is it my fantasy...
the night is turning into dawn. The morning fog is coming on to me. Suddenly a
Nocturnal occurrencies. Imagination no the night is real. I'm looking for the
truth. But never can I find a trace. Of bloody witches rituals. In the night I
hear them howl. A sound so low it must be real. Or is it my fantasy. As
sunlight fades into a twilight. The moon contrasts against a darkening sky.
Temperature of the air is going down. A veil of fog is forming low above the
ground. There's movement in the night. Shades are dancing in a pale moonlight.
Nocturnal occurrencies. Imagination no the night is real. I'm looking for the
truth. But never can I find a trace. Of bloody witches rituals. In the night I
hear them howl. A sound so low it must be real. Or is it my fantasy. Before
choking hand grabs me around my neck. And drags me into death for eternity.
There's movement in the night. Shades are dancing in a pale moonlight.
Nocturnal occurrencies. I magination no the night is real. I'm looking for the
truth. But never can I find a trace. Of bloody witches rituals. In the night I
hear them howl. A sound so low it must be real.
Or is it my fantasy...
SATTLER, VANDER VALK, SANDERS, WESTERHUIS, HOVING
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