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Wildfire danced in shadow, obscured by the breathless senses of the night.

On lonely tower trilled tragic songs, weaving the thread of dark desire.

A strange encounter, dim silhouette overshadowed torching lights.

Pale moonlight whispered, let binding of Endless and Royal Blood benighted.

Mother! Mother!

Don’t chase behind the weaverbird song.

Mother! Mother!

Don’t swallow the berry inflamed with devotion.

Mother! Mother!

Don’t chase a shadow to the palace of eventide.

Mother! Mother!

Don’t close your eyes and lead us to die.

White crystal disintegrated,

Like dust, endless in the wind.

Blood comet collapsed from the sky.

A piece of heart remained of lost paradise.

White crystal disintegrated,

In fragments, boundless in the sand.

Blood comet scorched the city night.

A place where man began, a place where man died.

He took her hand and draw her the dusk of his robe.

She spilt her virgin blood, dyed the crimson soils below.

“Come with me, be my queen.

The queen of the night.

The queen of dreams alike.”

“Come with me, be my bride.

Be royal on my side,

Or condemned in eternal hellfire”

Walking down the sunless road to the mother of death.

He begged her for the last time, the queen of nothingness.

“Let our love be foregone, my dear.

Let me be damned to hell, earthbound in agony.”

White crystal disintegrated,

In fragments, boundless in the sand.

Blood comet scorched the city night.

A place where man began, a place where man died.