Every night it's always the same,
Fog rolling in on the lake.
Full moon, wolves howling,
Shadows from the trees as the wind blows,
I see an owl staring at me.
Thunder, Lightning, hearing voices,
Warning me of what is yet to come.
Beware others are here and,
They are coming.
The last thing I see is a lady in white,
Rising out of...
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