And the earth was without form and void
And darkness was
Spells lay daggers before me
Passion speaks in grue vehement stabs
Trance
Ah, listen to them....
The children of the night
What sweet music
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea
A jewel more
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Pour the emerald wine
Into crystal glasses
We will touch the divine
Through
All hope in eclipse
A thousand nights one succoured me
In the
Her bouquets are wilted
Too long has she slept
Their cruel red
Her bouquets are wilted
Too long has She slept
Their cruel red
As pride precedes downfall
So He took His place before the
Thrill, Kill the black cult
Walk among the weak by night
Affliction...
Deep
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I bled on a pivotal stretch
Like a clockwork Christ
Bears sore
Benighted Like A Usher:
Snuffed tapers sighed
As death left impressing
Hi
Death, spirit me away
My anguished soul doth strain
Oh taut and
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