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Taste my love from the witches coven

Cry to me with your taste , of evil lust

I am sorrow when you leave my heart

Feel my soul during its celestial silver

In our land we always create warriors

Our trees of almighty grey

The shapes of ancient creatures

Thank you for being a part of us

We fold space and cut the night in half

Awakened the ancient stars of blackness

Endless spirals in dimensions vast

Returning to the color that rules our souls

Gazing upon the nocturnal divine rapture

vanishing in glooms of desolation

When the old ones speak, their revelry arises from deep sleep

In our chrome plated wings of blasphemy

Spawning our desires in the Gracie Nebula

We stand here in silence

The shining landscape tore the fabrics of light

Showing no signs of resistance

A season below a mountain of outcasted stones

Through oceans of remedy and beauty

Engulfed us in enchanted destiny

Breathe towards the winds of providence