In the realm of hate
The feindish gate,
will sometimes come ajar
As the door flies
The nightmares arise,
And spread from near to far
So if you hear
A scream of fear,
do not go and leave the room
For if you do
The shadows will get you,
And you'll be stuck in perpetual gloom
by: M. Rosica
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