Spells lay daggers before me
Passion speaks in grue vehement stabs
Trance
Ah, listen to them....
The children of the night
What sweet music
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Swords in hand at the bloody fields of history
We rend
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We, the nocturnal few
Bound by other laws
To the service of
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Through acrid clouds of summer flies
The garden swells with a
Thee I Invoke, bornless one
All woman, pure predator
Wherein conspiracy and
Black candles dance to an overture
But I am drawn past
This is entitled The Principle Of Evil Made Flesh
From the
Crawl in awful stealth to me
Forever a voyeur I've been
Nocturnal