I am the wizard, thy inner mirror, of thy unconsciouspersense.
A noble szejke born and bred Full loftily I held
The sunlight sky is fading, in different shades of dark
Moonlight strings ae dancing, a violin spectrum upon the twilight
My canvas smeared with blood-red tears, Lachrythmation of the deadBy
From dreams of prudence I shall rise, to flee the
I raise the chalice high cursing god, and his crucified
The oath of dark enigmas-my return Requiem-my memorial prevail, the
As Diamonds scattered in the dark, from the black side
Within the winter full moon gloom, where global frost endeavours
Midnight-from starlight caressed by silver shades of the mon the
Archangel dark in raven garb. Revelation of dreams to follow.
Tragedy, Blood-wpt patters of Eden within my dreams. Mors iauna
Pale and speechless in reflection gazing past as diffusion to
Beware-with the dark I ride as one. When my legacy
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