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Nocturne

The greek sword over the head of your bed
It swings around like a mobilee
To help you sleep don´t be silly
No sudden movement or you´ll sleep forever
Thorn in your eye and an awful smell
With the early morning sun

Sleep tight stay quiet
Don´t move don´t moan
Don´t toss nor turn
Nocturne

This is not a warning we´re not like that
It shall only show how far we can go
You see we could
But if we would
It depends on you

The horse´s head at the foot of your bed
Smiles at you like the first smile
On the first morning but it´s eyes gaze
Gone and empty and the sheets and the carpet
Have sucked his blood and an aful smell
With the early morning sun

Sleep tight...


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