Pain filled screams still echo in the night
In the place where time stands still
Under the cold stare of pale moonlight
Something's waiting in the dark coldness
What lies beneath
What lies beneath the moor
What lies beneath
What lies beneath the moor
Every time when night falls down
In silence of the dead
You can hear them in your head
They're whispering your name and slowly driving you insane
They're playing with your mind… why?
Pain filled screams breaking through the time
In a place where time stands still
They're screaming your name and driving you insane
They're playing with your mind… WHY?
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