A Fiery Frost by Immer
It�s midnight and sleep dosen�t come
Light of the month, s�get in your in sight
Ideas wandering round poor mind
It makes you get up, it makes you live second life
Hot blood, sweet blood
Fire in heart, frost in eyes
My other self cry and wants to get out
Importunate voice rumbles in your head
You own to drink you thrilly want
Nothing gonna stop you
In morning, hen you wake up, you feel well
You don�t remember Terst of the night
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