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Enveloped by the night

I yearn for her cold embrace

Tender is her venomous kiss

No room for his saving grace

An obsidian void calling us home

Black as the soil covering our tomb

A violent demise for one and all

Answer this prayer, beckon the call

Hot flesh meets the cold of the night

Steam rising from the blood on my knife

A ritual to cast the world into eternal black

Open the gates. No turning back

Let the wound weep

Let the blood seep

Sacrilegious rites

My oath to keep.

Like a knife at the throat of the world

A flick of the wrist and it all goes dark

We dance on the edge of an axe

A kingdom on the verge of total collapse