tricks or tricks (el desdichado)

FELL THE COLD LIGHT OF THE PALE MOON
RUNNING SWIFT TROUGH THE CLOUDY GLOOM
DREADFULL WHISPERS WHITH EVERY MOVES
RESTLESS SOULS RUNS THE FOGGY GROOVES
SPIRITS FIGHTS THE REALITY
FLAMES AND SMOKES CHEAT WHITH GRAVITY
THERE IS NO SOUND NO SILENCE TOO
ONLY PRESENCE OF THE BAYOU
TO FLEE OR STAY THERE IS NO CHOICE
THE SHADOW FADE AS SO YOUR VOICE