| Between the lines of dead language tongues, before the dawn our hearts they
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| shall hunt. |
| The smell of blood excites the nostrils at first cut.
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| The sanguinary worship of red spraying punctures a sight so divine.
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| Clutching her carcass, a face frozen in time. |
| A distorted dialect for the
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| draining of veins to the flooding of bedsheets with sick crimson rain.
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| A warped diction of scriptures befouled, traditions steeped within disgraces
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| reviled.
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| Father, unholy one, to your night realm we bow. |
| Nocturnal majesty,
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| sworn to black we’ll always be. |
| Damnation’s diction, a deadly disclosure,
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| our poisons in their goblets drip.
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| (Oh how) How perfectly hideous, so eloquently scribed- each scripture so skillfully sick. |
| Parchment scabbed over with plasmatic prose, prophesize
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| permanent night. |
| The words of sheer blackness paint ebony my soul and bestow me with infernal might.
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| A warped diction of scriptures befouled, traditions steeped within disgraces
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| reviled. |
| Father, unholy one, to your night realm we bow. |
| Nocturnal majesty,
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| sworn to black we’ll always be. |
| Hatred and persistance, destined to see a complete eclipse of that hated sphere the sun.
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| By the light unspoken, this language of brutality. |
| Enraptured I have become
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| uhonly. |
| Night’s arms welcome me.
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| Nocturnal majesty, sworn to black we’ll always be. |
| Hatred and persistance,
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| destined to see a complete eclipse of that hated sphere the sun |