Children Of The Moon

Gustaw T. Witomski

With a feeling of impending doom He found the Children of the Moon He knows not what's he doing there Face to face with that shapeless form Don't let it go on (no more) Don't let it go on (anymore) Face to face and eye to eye All these children won't stop their cry (they just won't die) I don't know why Don't let it go on (no more) Don't let it go on (no more) Don't let it go on (anymore)

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