| Nights came trailing ghost concertos
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| Heartstrings a score of skeletal reaper bows
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| Playing torture chamber music allegretto
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| Conducting over throes trashed to crescendo
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| Skinless the dark shall scream
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| Hoarse her symphonies
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| Deathmashed as the moon
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| That had lifted her dreams
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| And frowned on the winding steps down
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| To where the vulgar strayed
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| Taunting sick her tender prey
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| She glided in her bridal gown
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| How sleep the pure
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| Desire in violent overture
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| An emanation of phantom madness
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| The Countess beheld in shroud
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| By girls bereft of future vows
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| Soon to wed in white the frosted ground
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| Burning like a brand on the countenance of God
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| A yearning took her hand to his Seraphim, bound
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| Deep red hissed the cat whips
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| On the whim of her ill-will
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| Whilst she entranced, nonchalant, abliss
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| Flayed further songs of overkill
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| How weep the pure
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| Desire in violent overture
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| Oh, desire in violent overture
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| In a crescent-whime cellar of crushed roses
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| Pooled blood and broken dolls
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| A torchlit shadow theatre souled
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| With the echoed cries of lives she stole
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| Killing time
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| She struck the hours dead
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| In her control
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| Thus menopaused
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| Her clock of hacked out cunts
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| Began to toll
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| Thirteen chimes of ancient strain
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| I conjure forth with dirge
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| That fills the void with timbred pain
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| To fulfill my sexual urge
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| Frights came wailing from the dark side
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| Haunting lipless mouths a fugue of arcane diatribes
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| Velvet, their voices coffined her in slumber
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| Bespattered and appeased
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| As pregnant skies outside bore thunder
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| How sleep the pure
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| Desire in violent overture
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| Desire in violent
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| As when high winds
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| Attune whipped trees
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| Her savage nature pitched
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| Would once again conduct the pleas
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| Of those she loved to agonies
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| As if it were
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| The first time every night
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| That she carved her seal
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| In the flesh of life |