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Wounds on my back

Are the scars of the past

I am holding you tight

With my last appetite

Try to form yourself

In the middle of the night

There's a cloak in the shadows

Lookin' so tight

Oh, bewitchery is calling

Spread your darkness, flags of the night are falling

Wind your words, find your birds to the cage

We are in the hole of this black dawn age

Never to reveal what has grown of age

Carrying a rose and a purple sage