Lo, the moon hangs aloof 'midst dark, fatigued cloudsA provocative
From my past life a vision comes;A girl is fallingThere
Come, distortured heartless beasts that roam the sepulchreMy starving razor
Toward Her great castle drawnWhere She in fear will feverishly
(Instrumental - with accompanying work)A wintry chill resides in my
(I found) my gilded forest archangel but wounded upon the
A diva, She sings for meSarahnading me to sleepHer song
A wailing phaerytale of benighted pain from profound abyssic dreamsAnd
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