Impatient creatures of the night,
So angry, cruel, wondering
Are turning off the morning light
To give the world to Nightmare King.
He reins, he rules, creates, destroys..
(Please, be aware of his hounds!)
All children there have no toys...
All grown-ups rot underground.
I won't continue, I shall stop
To let him kill. What can I do?
I'll go and gather stone-dead crop.
And ooww, one day I'll come for you...
Nightmare king
© Copyright: Андри Лина, 2013
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