"Cold, sad and lonely is my endless seeming sleep
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down here in this Grave, where Love and Death must part,
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only the Magic of these Flowers keeping my Soul alive"
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The Queen of the Nightsky has risen to bewitch me
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like Bats on evil Wings I fly through Her Kingdom
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So that the Shroud's pure white may shine in Purple
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(Yet) the Brightness of another dying Sun
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then Doomsday will be done
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"Blood is Life!"
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This Wine, as sweet as Thy starlike Beauty,
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my golden Fruit on the Tree of Passion and Delight
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Dulcet Seduction
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| Ancient Ceremony |
