Mystic Prophecy - Night of the storm

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A dark mist hanging over the sky\nUnholy rites look in to the flame\nScreams of vain\nA crying voice calls me\nAnd take me away\nI can see the end\nBut still I feed my dreams\nWith bleeding hands\nThe night of the storm\nInto your soul\nHellfire tries to deceive you\nThe night of the storm\nInto your mind\nAnd now your last breath is mine\nThe secrecy becoms my dark mask\nI turn my self in to the black of darkness\nThey chase my in shadows\nAnd take me away