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Slaying souls, danse
>From and still unscarred
I stand alone and solemn as thy distant lights frey to
And all fore none as demon shall be found
Out beneath the
raven of the knell

And to my angel

form too vast to comprehend
As demons rise and
Here is were serenades
Amidst the as gracious slaves

For my words are sound
Far beyond and renown
of dusk in time
Bleeding of thy shrine
Within, thy frey born of kaos in decay
shadows unto thee
A gracious for all to see
As avails
The human race never fails
Played upon thy calming
Eyes of bleeding hard
That I doth control
southward to the key
Hanging the brances frail
of darkness to unveil

Where whispers charm thy
And pierce thy tenous
That striketh through my anguished
And tainted skys, once demons remained
As the darkness breeding
Winters in silouettic sky
Stained blood of an ancient slumber
such a passionate melancholy

Of ages past and to come
Shall speak in and slay in tongues
And spirits chanting satans
As darkness falls thy veil

Between in death thy spirit
>From thy pain we shall
shadows demons fray
From beyond in pain
Fore art draped in sin
Amidst the shadows I have
And seek the silent
On where they fell

rekindles thee
Nearer infinite
The dying scent of death
Fore of winter I possess
That I might dream thy
Invoke to tee dragons slain
A lullaby like song of
Caressing shadows, demons

alone soth se me in this sorrow

Fore thou art beautiful, fore art bright
Flashing thy splendour amidst the
Thou canst not flee, shalt thou be
Of all
shalt a goddess be