At night when all goes dark,
When all eyes shut,
I lay awake, waiting...
Waiting for them to come out and play.
I play with those who share my sorrow,
The ones who got left behind,
The ones who's forgotten...
Just like the essance of myself.
We play a game that involves beliefs,
We play a game that involves religion,
We play a game that involves curiosity...
All it costs is the essance of your soul.
As tension is awaken in us trough the glow of the full moon,
Souls form as a tribe and is born as one fetus,
Religion starts a battle of beliefs, fighting with whom beliefs different...
Together we collide in the essance of anger.
The game is about to take its toll,
A game called : "The essance of pretend",
The game that comes alive when all else goes to sleep...
Now all that waits is the essance of enjoyment.
At midnight when all fools fade away,
I play with those who isn't seen in the light of mid-day,
Midnight comes, and midnight goes...
But the essance of my sorrow stays constant.
Black is the candle that burns to death,
Red is the candle that burns to love,
White is the candle that burns to life...
Combined with flames of uncertainty they are lid to the essance of Wicca.
I am the beholder who holds the talisman,
I am the one who pays the price,
I am the key to open the gates...
If you lose the game, you will lose the essance of religion.
They play with me, because I share their sorrow,
The one who got left behind,
The one who's forgotten...
Just like the essance of a lost soul.
At morning when all goes bright,
When all eyes open,
I lay asleep, waiting...
Waiting for them to go away.
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