The Darkness comes out to stay.
The little demons come out to play.
Dancing around the battered flames.
Across all the barren plains.
They like to cheer and like to sing.
They like to talk of the horrid things.
All the killings that they make.
All the children that they take.
They like to bite, they like to fight
And then it happens I see the light
I awake from the dream I’m in
I Finally realise your with him.
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