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xantia

W:O:A Metalmaster
25 Nov. 2001
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na gut, dann eben morgen....

I am a man who walks alone
And when I'm walking a dark road
At night or strolling through the park

When the light begins to change
I sometimes feel a little strange
A little anxious when it's dark
.... ;)
 

xantia

W:O:A Metalmaster
25 Nov. 2001
16.522
3
83
Graz (Austria)
Have you run your fingers down the wall
And have you felt your neck skin crawl
When you’re searching for the light?
Sometimes when you’re scared to take a look
At the corner of the room
You’ve sensed that something’s watching you.

(wir machen das gut)
 

xantia

W:O:A Metalmaster
25 Nov. 2001
16.522
3
83
Graz (Austria)
Have you ever been alone at night
Thought you heard footsteps behind
And turned around, and no-one’s there?
And as you quicken up your pace
You find it hard to look again
Because you’re sure there’s someone there
 

xantia

W:O:A Metalmaster
25 Nov. 2001
16.522
3
83
Graz (Austria)
Fear of the dark ,Fear of the dark
I have constant fear that something’s always near
Fear of the dark, Fear of the dark
I have a phobia that someone’s always there

When I’m walking a dark road
I am a man who walks alone.


*seufz* war das schön!!!
 

xantia

W:O:A Metalmaster
25 Nov. 2001
16.522
3
83
Graz (Austria)
Hear the rime of the ancient mariner
See his eye as he stops one of three
Mesmerises one of the wedding guests
Stay here and listen to the nightmares of the sea.
 

xantia

W:O:A Metalmaster
25 Nov. 2001
16.522
3
83
Graz (Austria)
And the ship sails on, back to the north
Through the fog and ice and the albatross follows on

The mariner kills the bird of good omen
His shipmates cry against what he’s done
But when the fog clears, they justify him
And make themselves a part of the crime.