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Calling my name, under the sign of sorrow

becomes a dark phase

of the moonlight

between the fog landscape

scrawls the memories, who cryies

in ruined tombs of a shining

curse scripts

yours spells master tricks

can't leave you alone

you will live the torment of tether trees

looking at a mirror

flirting with the soil

between luminous water wells

dancing among the worms