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Gold blood drawn from my chest

A gift from my cold breast

From the house of ashes I

Took my leave to be here now

With black wings high

Ashes spread wide

I fed on shadows from your

Broken heart and your dry well

I became a beast lost in

legends of your old soul

My soft white hands felt

The pulse of her neck

Her soul flows out like a river

Ashes spread wide

Her sweet music crying softly

Into the night from a lonely soul

How do I earn such love as hers?

I am deprived of her gentle throne

I am tall with wreaths of triumph

I ate away all her modesty

I bind her here one thousand times

And wait beastly until her life chimes

With black wings I raise her up to my lips

Her body and mine fulfil the eclipse