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I am the schizoid wizard

I see the blood moon

Its power flows through me

No clouds block its ray

The time is right, witching hour

I take my knife of black

And cut myself

I drink my blood

It tastes of death

I draw the pentagram

And light candle sticks

Of red

I draw the pentagram

Now I shall get vengeance

On those I've not yet seen

Cursed and psychotic

Twisted and black

Chaos is my lover

Tomb of darkness I reside

Dead schizoid wizard!