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The Darkside
The days are getting colder
As the darkest night falls
The beauty and the death
Where hell is hiding and waiting
For the darkness to come
The brightness which kills the demons
Of course the fire won't hurt them
The storm fulfilled of murderous
As hell came to capture the ones he love
The one who he will enjoy torturing
Don't worry about the cries
Maybe you will enjoy his company
Baby close your eyes
And let the death comes
"You'll be ok," I whispered
As my demon take you home
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