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She is the creation of the astral fog

that comes from the crossroads of the worlds

She is the reaper of fallen souls

Blessing with the curse of passion and madness

“On a long journey to Carcosa her eyes will be the only light”

Choke on bloody delight when her sickle cuts your throat

Her breath is in the cold penetrating wind

Her whisper - in the sound of autumn rain

And at the dawn of the last day of my life

She will call my name and take me away

By the moonless nights

in the dazzling darkness glow

without looking back

We will go...

In the ghostly fog

To our ethereal tombs

casting no shadows

and leaving no traces on the snow

Come through the broken mirror of a thousand of my impenetrable nights

Hit me

And let your wound be fatal