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Slaying souls, macabre
within and still unscarred
I stand alone and solemn as thy distant lights frey to
And all around fore none as shall be found
Out the azrael
raven of the knell

And to my dark

Whose form too vast to
As demons and re-ascend
Here is were serenades
the dawn as gracious slaves

For my words are without
Far and well renown
of dusk in time
Bleeding shadows of thy
Within, thy darkness frey of kaos in decay
Reaping unto thee
A gracious for all to see
As avails
The race that never fails
Played thy calming heart
Eyes of terror bleeding
I doth control thee
Leading to the key
from the brances frail
Queen of to unveil

Where whispers thy emptiness
And pierce thy membrane
striketh through my anguished heart
And skys, where once demons remained
As the silent darkness
Winters hate in sky
Stained with of an ancient slumber
With a passionate melancholy

Of ages past and times to
Shall speak in sound and slay in
And spirits chanting hail
As darkness falls unto thy

in death thy black spirit
>From thy pain we shall
Sleeping shadows demons
From beyond in massacre's
thou art draped in sin
Amidst the shadows I been
And seek the silent
On where they fell

rekindles thee
Nearer infinite
The dying of fragrant death
Fore spell of winter I
I might dream thy pain
Invoke to tee like slain
A lullaby song of grave
shadows, demons slave

Thou alone soth se me in this

Fore thou art beautiful, thou art bright
Flashing thy splendour the midnight
Thou not flee, mine shalt thou be
Of all
Thou shalt a be