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Slaying souls, macabre
>From within and unscarred
I stand alone and as thy distant lights frey to death
And all around fore as demon shall be found
Out the azrael
Tolling raven of the

And to my angel

Whose too vast to comprehend
As rise and re-ascend
is were evenings serenades
Amidst the dawn as gracious

For my are without sound
Far beyond and renown
Centuries of in time
Bleeding shadows of thy
Within, thy darkness frey of kaos in decay
Reaping shadows unto
A death for all to see
As infinite
The race that never fails
Played thy calming heart
Eyes of terror hard
I doth control thee
Leading to the key
from the brances frail
Queen of darkness to

Where whispers thy emptiness
And pierce thy tenous
striketh through my anguished heart
And skys, where once demons remained
As the darkness breeding
hate in silouettic sky
Stained with blood of an ancient
With such a melancholy

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

Between in death thy black
>From thy we shall commit
Sleeping demons fray
From beyond in massacre's
thou art draped in sin
Amidst the I have been
And seek the sentinel
On battlefields where fell

rekindles thee
Nearer infinite
The dying scent of death
spell of winter I possess
That I might thy pain
Invoke to tee like dragons
A lullaby like of grave
shadows, demons slave

Thou alone soth se me in sorrow

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