| With your baronial motif
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| Mankind at your feet
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| and your opulent guests
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| With whom you do test
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| The whisper of your blood
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| The call to those you loved
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| Who lay down for you
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| For you to run them through
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| Carelessly dressed
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| I grovel highness
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| Beneath your stars and your moon
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| and your feminine doom
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| Beneath the shiver of your sea
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| and the gold that you bleed
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| On the wings of your charm
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| A promise of great harm
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| The light within us fades
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| As we shy away from day
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| The passion of her bite
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| and the glory of her sight
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| In a hive of open lore
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| We await the call to war
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| In an issue of drying blood
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| Lies the victim of our love
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| Regale me with lies
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| and punish me outright
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| The crisis of my empire
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| The volume of your desire
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| Your enfolding dark
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| Your beauty and your mark
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| I give you my veins
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| As we lay down in pain
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| I couldn"t help the things we did
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| No matter where or how I hid
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| We live for every single night
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| Victorious in every fight |