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Wrinkles and eye bags

Dark circles, the Age attacks

Being a ruthless heartless Witch

I need you to find a bitch

I don’t care who she is

I look for immaculacy

For the ritual to be completed

I need her heart on a tray plated

On the twelfth chime

I’ll be naked and lay

in thy primordial ooze

Now your life has a purpose

In this absence of light

My grim beauty now shines

Bloodbath

Red Blood Cells

Bloodbath

Your youth I smell

Bloodbath

I soak in your life

Bloodbath

Thanks to my lice

Bloodbath

Cursed holy infusion of life

Takes place in the middle of night

While your senses obfuscate

I revive, I rejuvenate

Bring me the incense

Make sure it’s intense

Black candles to be ignited

Seven to be lighted

She shall wear all white

With her tears my name I’ll write

Make sure she stays quite

For now begins the rite