Your dread of (the) night consumes you...
When the golden beams vanish gently
And (the) silence of midnight descends,
Full of solitude, anguish (and) absinth
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Impenetrable darkness drives you mad 
Your fear of darkness makes you flee 
But you can't avoid (the) nightmares' hive
That has filled up your empty life
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You awake each dawn in (angel) cold sweat, shaking, 
To [bad word] the day for (its) transience and sorrow.
Bright lights (and) city noise -- these are the friends you desire
To shorten the night, to conceal, to inspire

Refrain
Your thoughts and emotions are swamped by (the) gloom,
But yelling out loud can't change (the) doom
Just wait for (the) sunrise [bad word] back again
To drive away darkness, sorrow and pain
To save you from nightmares' land
Like your mother's tender hand.