The forms of form and shape of shapes I take
to cast my shadows deep within your minds
that flickering and tenuous estate
which leads you lost to seek but not to find
I walk upon your streets by light of day
in search of souls to gather in the dark
a feast before my eyes your crowded ways
and on the chosen one I set my mark
who lost among the lost is waking sleeping
and who will sleeping wake to find me there
die trapped forever in the world of dreaming
whose soul is breath to me, as yours is air
when I am strong enough I'll find the ten
destroy them all and rule the world of men
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