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FACE OF THE NIGHT

The morninglight shines through a curtain of darkness and shadows.
A cold wind fills all the streets when the clock passes three.
A straycat is hunting for mice, a hound cries his symphony.
A man, alone in the world, when he looks to the sky.

When we dream about killers and losers,
we wake up this morning.
You look out your window and
watch in the eyes of the blind.
In the face of the night.

When we go out for a stroll, we walk along harbours and graveyards.
The road will lead you to hell, when the clock says goodnight.
The sirens of a car which carries a body to heaven.
It’s too late to return, no energie will bring back the day.

When we dream about killers and losers,
we wake up this morning.
Body is wet, feel the heat of a nightmare,
which cries in your mind.
Shaky feelings, when you hear on the ceiling
the footsteps of weightless.
You look out your window and
watch in the eyes of the blind.
In the face of the night.

The morning which follows, it brings you relief and you live again.
(but) When the day passes by, you start to feel nervous and cold.
Another night will remind you of horrors, which wait for more victims.
The time you’ll finish your day will be later again.

And you dream about killers and losers
but now you don’t wake up.
You’re a part of the scene,
the way back is burned behind.
Tomorrow the police is going to find you,
in a corner of an alley.
They look in your eyes,
they’ll see that your mind’s far away.
(they look) In the face of the night…

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