The
dark moon in our minds
Slowly
it will become on the streets
The
howling of demented souls
The
darkness has descended
But
will it last in the game?
The
claws of black dogs scratching
On
the walls of marks of disgrace
The
dark moon in our minds
The
fighters pray
Knowing
how it will be come
The
need of balls of light
It
will tilt the game
Right
now the dark lord conjuring
The
sparks of his lies entering the ears
The
words fall empty many sit and pray
The
balls of light glittering in the sky
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