The night holds you too tight.
You must not fear or fight.
You belong to us now.
I say this with a bow.
You will follow us to hell.
As we ring the nightly bell.
Our servant you will be.
You’ll never be set free.
The town belongs to us.
No reason for a fuss.
The Dead are here to stay.
Come with us and play.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
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