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Mansfield Tya
nightdrive / apocalypse
Sleep is gone, light is goneEverything is covered with shade
Darkness rushes fast and wild
Fields are black, on fire, as a weakened mind
Livid horses, empty mountains
But the night will be tender
Fear is gone, grief is gone
Everything appears so bright
Darkness goes far away
Wether kings or bums, they still have some time
And the night will be tender