(Solo - Aphazel)
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How deep is your sleep? That I may not interrupt your turbulent dreams?
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Disrupting the sanity of slumber, the vile and wretched creature from the
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astral realm stands right before you. Purple mist slips through window
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cracks hovering above your miserable shape. "What turmoil spoils my evening
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bliss?" A turmoil savor permeates your nostrils.
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Horrendous fright upon awakening your frigid cast paralyzed and spellbound.
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Fiery eyes piercing through your alarmed soul, as ethereal tentacles
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penetrate the energy shield. It's the Draining, It's the draining,
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draining, drainingжж..
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How does it feel to be drained so feverishly? Fear carries a rather
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exquisite taste. I only take as much to leave you terrified. My victims
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shall become my bounded disciples.
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(Solo -Aphazel)
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"As the satiated vapor disappears from sight, know that I may come again
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some other dreary night."
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The Draining
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