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The shadows gathered

Whispering

Twisting deformed lips

Who talk no more

No eyes to see

No ears to hear

Condemnation

The presence of Goddess

Reborn in flesh, bathe in wine

With tearing grin forces the heart

To worship her as Goddess

Puts her merciless arms around

Clings with bloody nails

Finds its way to the heart

The presence of Goddess

Reborn in flesh, bathe in wine

Clinging with bloody nails

With tearing grin forces the heart

I feel your grace

In my body

I feel your grace

In my gutter

I feel your grace

It will be better

I feel your grace

It won’t be better

I feel your grace

It will be better

I feel your grace

I feel your grace

It won’t be better