Tentacle - The Blackness of My Soul Will Be So Great as to Make the Night Weep | Текст песни

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I am no practiced teller of tales
Yet I will speak of what I've seen

In the darkest depths
Things no man could ever dream

Are you wise enough to look on hell
And know there what you see

Laughing voices down below
Whispers more frightening than the loudest shriek

No blacker fouler thing
I will poison your dreams
Darkness is forever mine to keep
I will make the night weep

Can't breath can't speak
The one who should not be
Forever fear your sleep
I will make the night weep

So through endless twilight
I dream and wait
Wretched and grotesque
I know my place
Nameless, voiceless
Putrid being
May all the shattered souls that ride the night wind flee

No blacker fouler thing
I will poison your dreams
Darkness is forever mine to keep
I will make the night weep

Can't breath can't speak
The one who should not be
Forever fear your sleep
I will make the night weep

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