With your baronial motif
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Mankind at your feet
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and your opulent guests
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With whom you do jest
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The whisper of your blood
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The call to those you loved
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Who lay down for you
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For you to run them through
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Carelessly dressed
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I grovel highness
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Beneath your stars and your moon
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and your feminine doom
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Beneath the shiver of your sea
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and the gold that you bleed
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On the wings of your charm
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A promise of great harm
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The light within us fades
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As we shy away from day
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The passion of her bite
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and the glory of her sight
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In a hive of open lore
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We await the call to war
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In an issue of drying blood
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Lies the victim of our love
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Regale me with lies
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and punish me outright
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The crisis of my empire
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The volume of your desire
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Your enfolding dark
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Your beauty and your mark
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I give you my veins
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As we lay down in pain
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I couldn't help the things we did
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No matter where or how I hid
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We live for every single night
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Victorious in every fight
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Santuario di Sangue
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| My Dying Bride |
