| Witching hour, black moon tugging*
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| So silent here, so cold
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| Red haired witch, I can smell your grave
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| Down there, hidden in the soil
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| Cold, cold daemon soil
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| I want to lick your skin
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| Caress your flesh and drink your blood
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| I want to eat your heart
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| Unearthed demoness, Black Moon
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| Ravenous beauty in deadwhite moonlight
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| Bestial lust, daemon soul
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| Did they kill you again?
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| Witching hour, black moon tugging
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| I want to taste your skin
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| Caress your flesh and drink your blood
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| Feast on your heart and eat your soul
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| To tend your flame, to make you mine
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| Old, vile daemon soul
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| Life alone was cold |