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Spirit of night
Stalker of dreams
A hunter, a killer
While I lie still on my pillow at night
He watches,he waits
This I dread
Flowing robes of crimson adorn his putred skin
The foul smell of black rot drifts on the wind
That's how I know.He's back, back again
Back inside my head
Martiya,spirit of night
Lord of all nightmares,stealer of sight
A hunter, a killer
While I lie still on my pillow at night
He watches,he waits
This I dread
Flowing robes of crimson adorn his putred skin
The foul smell of black rot drifts on the wind
That's how I know.He's back, back again
Back inside my head
Martiya,spirit of night
Lord of all nightmares,stealer of sight
Published 3rd Jul 2016
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3rd Jul 2016 3:36am
it's a frightening look into
the invasion of dreams.
artfully disturbing...
the invasion of dreams.
artfully disturbing...
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