In a dream i saw the future, in a dream i saw the world, there were madmans lies, devils point of view, In a world of hate and anger, In a world of fear and pain, there is no time for pride, no time to stand aside. Call me a dreamer, call me insane, ill survive the storm, ill take the pain. Out of the storm, come the children of the night, out of the storm, a black masquerade, dance with the dead, to the music of grief, out of the storm, a nightchild appears. In the silence of the moonlight, we can hear the nightchilds cry, like a lonely wolf, howling to the sky. With a madman nor a stranger, whose words you just cant tell, the nightchilds way, the way of no return, call me a dreamer, call me insane, ill survive the storm, ill take the pain. Out of the storm, come the children of the night, out of the storm, a black masquerade, dance with the dead, to the music of grief, out of the storm, a nightchild appears. When the light fades away, and the night puts me asleep, will i ever wake up again, will i stay in this twilight forever? Out of the storm, come the children of the night, out of the storm, a black masquerade, dance with the dead, to the music of grief, out of the storm, a nightchild appears.
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