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I feel her gaze

Burning across the tumultuous waves

I draw her near

The sleepless ones feel her drift through the night

Across the sea

A cruel wind behind her as she comes to me

Beauty as un-natural

As the way in which she kills

Beyond human comprehension

Her cruelty so serene

I am transfixed

As I behold one without pity

A coming maelstrom of evil

Sanity torn from those in her wake

The sign of terror as they see their lord fail

Their horror is my strength

We embrace within her storm

In the warped limbs of ancient trees

Souls of the tormented watch in silence

Beneath a hungry moon the slaughter begins

The highest peaks of black artistry

No two shall die the same

Their false lives wasted

As death envelops them their futility is clear

She is of the frost, of the winds and of the night

They feel true lust in their final  breaths

Bleeding to death, they can only watch

Communion of two so unholy

As we stand beneath a sated moon

Their souls begin to howl

Their palace of gold in the heavens denied

Their dead god cannot release them

Their spirits feel the cold of death

Forever to remember this night of our victory