In the house full of young A cloudy day made itself
Into the darkest night
The moon was gone
And no stars
Only the black skies
With a grey face and a black cloath
Death came to slash
Beggining on the ground floor
Climbing the stairs to the sky
Almost every soul tried to escape
Such silent horrific embrace
Jumping roofs
Running and hidding
Over the stairs
The only solution
Came from the young minds
We must go and seek
Where is the time machina
With such electronics we shall be able
To rise the moon and
Make this day to come no more
They escaped Death
And ran with their hearts upfront
Deep into their neighbours basement
Where between the childhood dreams
And other frickle memories
There was the golden machina
That much like the Playstation kontrol
Could make them able
To play this game once more.
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