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The angels cowers In blackened skies.

Take the blade Of Blasphemy,

Skulls lay in The misty morning so

Take my hand And free your mind.

A black sun rises On a vampiric dawn

Mistress of evil, black blood runs through

Her veins. On innocence she begin to feed.

Cast even darker a shade upon these eyelids of mine

In pale light of night the world’s rustle draws near to an end;

But just not quite

Will the darkness put mine own to rest?

For that, I can only hope

Nigh, the end of restlessness;

I feel it, but know it I do not.