Silent hilltops
Sweeping valleys
Greet the man
With night in his hands
Into my dream
Masked and hidden
Dark as death
On a faceless horse
Descend into the night
Into my nightmare
Red eyes narrow
The air stirs his cloak
Gloved hands tighten
Around your throat
And you fall
Into my nightmare















Comments
a bit frightning.. but it's beautifull =]
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If you read this line, remember not the hand that wrote it
- Nightwish, Dead Boy's Poem
Because fairytales do not always end with 'happily ever after'...
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