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And the empress whispers "Rush o son of Drayen for our guest is infinite Fly the night has fallen, emerge in dark for our time is short (so short) Let the wind carry thee on thy wings to find the light (nondivine) Search the blackrose of truth flovers of knowledge for me to come I run, I crawl, I haste, I prowl Crawl in filth son of skies That night (oh) so dark, the glimmer that arches over my soul where it dies Pouring the blood of the winged of light Inside my heart rages a radiant fire So I dance in twilight In the dimlight of morningstar Her dark eyes that glares so bright The mistress of my midnight |
