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Turn in the darkness, there's nobody there.
Footsteps end at the top of the stair.
Land of Shadows haunts your soul.
Whispers call you and then they go.
Visions appear with faces stark,
Then disappear into the dark.
An icy finger touches your mind
With cries of an eerie, unearthly kind.
It will not end, there's no escape,
As your heart cries out in a frenzied state!
A vortex of evil draws you in
and chills your life with primordial sin.
Eternal horror drowns the sun-
In the Land of Shadows, there's no where to run!
Demons choke you of your last breath
And you walk in the shadows to your death.
Galactic Serenader,
Sing your songs of joy to the universe.
Let silvery notes flow into mellow words.
You mezmerize us with electronic sounds
Humming through the cosmos with endless bounds.
Galactic Serenader,
The universe is your instrument to sing your songs.
Futuristic tones vibrate through alien throngs.
Souls are touched by a swift adagio,
As your music colors us with a cosmic glow.
Galactic Serenader,
We're transported to places of mauve-colored light
Through a helix of stars in the black of the night.
With harmonic chords, through a sea colored golden
You thrum out sounds from rock that is molten.
Galactic Serenader,
A fiery sun overflows the stage.
Your songs echo sounds of a future age.
The cosmos is your audience, you give us your soul,
For music communicates where words cannot go.