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

And to my dark

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

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

Where whispers charm thy
And pierce thy tenous
That striketh through my heart
And tainted skys, where demons remained
As the silent darkness
Winters hate in sky
Stained with blood of an slumber
With such a passionate

Of ages past and times to
Shall speak in sound and slay in
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 massacre's
thou art draped in sin
Amidst the shadows I been
And seek the silent
On battlefields where they

Desire rekindles
Nearer than
The scent of fragrant death
Fore of winter I possess
That I might thy pain
Invoke to tee like slain
A like song of grave
Caressing shadows, demons

Thou alone soth se me in this

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