An ebony heart, housed in a demon well-versed in his
Experience of lifetime, lessons of our past The mist of
In the days of old Stars disappear, nights are growing
In these days of confusion, in these nights of strife
Silently still, the wrath of ubiquitous gods Sanity wills, the
Hidden beneath a fanciful sheath A mistress of mayhem and
I've seen your face before somewhere in my dreams Years
Her verse is formed by the light in her eyes
The path to unknown glory, the road to unknown fate
A woman sits and cries for her loss Counting the
You involve us in actions that are not our concern
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