Flagellating your pale cold skin,
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I desire for more
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Beholding those deep bleeding wounds
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I wish I could return you back to life
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To start my feast all over again...
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Whip bleeds my own skin now fiercefully
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I expect the pain, although it passes away
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Leaving me in utter bitterness
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I await the night, when I may spread my wings
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And reach the skies far above the wooden pantheon...
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I await the night and the storm it brings
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To conquer these lands of pride and joy
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To blacken their souls and deprave their minds...
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I'm true and faithful servant of those
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Who came here long before the earth was born
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I'm their messanger and archangel
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Condemned to dwell behind these burning gates
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Of sullen silent spheres...
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I know not if I'm a vital being
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But it should be so, since I scent the honied blood of females...
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I lick them, rape them, slaughter them...
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Wretched pathetic humans...
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I make them weep, make them shriek and ask forgiveness...
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Seeking delight in pain and suffering, oh so sweet...
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[whisper:]
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When sun sets beyond the snowy mountains
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And wolves howl at the fullmoon
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Crescent skies tumble into glowing shade of agony,
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So bizarre...
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The shadowy inmaterial spectres invite me
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To join their exalted hellish dance
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The night blackens with storm, breed by Ancient Ones
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And I lust for their return more than ever before...
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... Of Shadowy Exaltation (When Night Blackens With Storm)
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Rossomahaar |