Ego   Kontakt
Gästbok Webb       Länkar Böcker
  Blogg Skrivet Hem Galleri Övrigt
  The sky is dark  
  The moon is bright  
  A lone dogs bark    
Cuts through the night  
You go there slow
Think all is well
I soon will show
This night is hell
My teeth are sharp
My body cold
I’ll never die
I’ll never grow old
I’ve been on this earth
  Twelve hundred years
  When I think of my life
  I shed bloody tears
  It’s my nightmare
  And I’m giving it to you
  My fangs will tear
  And you’ll be through
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