The mystery’s descended on the sublunar world
Leaked secretly to corners not telling any word
From shadows and from creaking and shining of the stars
Woven the stories misty that sunset will restart
They'll worry soul badly, keep worrying until dawn
It’s difficult for people to live till shade is gone
Groans and creaks and screeches will trouble the dark side
Who do not sleep he knows that enemy’s at night
If dawn is far away then, beware of the light
And do not drink the water on the forbidden night
The mystery won’t touch you if dream is clean and bright
If not, then be afraid of the creatures of the night
The morning lights so clearly the hidden darky words
With dew it washed away them and clarified the world
But evil of the mystery is near, never gone
Despite all pain and troubles the black water beckons
The mystery
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