Sleep won't come to me tonight,
not after such a sightly fright.
Do I dream, am I awake?
Or am I dead beneath that lake?
Flee, do flee! If you go near
Aira: city born of fear,
only horror does await.
Learn from my most grievous fate!
When the moon begins to rise,
look and see, it's Satan's eye
staring down on tainted waves;
dead beneath rise from their graves.
And into the lake they drag
any fool who's fool to lag
after sinking of the sun.
Yet still the nightmare's just begun...
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