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I see that which you desire |
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Costs their essence |
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Your foul contemplation |
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To hold the night in your castle of cold |
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Drain the life of the pure ones |
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Deadly maiden |
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Let me inside |
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Your face, hatred its design, |
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Has claimed my mind, |
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My foul contemplation. |
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To drink the cup in the bleeding room old, |
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Your dark hair grasps my fingers. |
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Lady darkness, |
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Black lust arise. |
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The winds voice again |
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Whispers her name |
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Cachtice deliver me |
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To the women I feed |
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Your tender kisses of death |
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Upon the faces of young |
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Now my lips upon thine |
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Spawn the next of our kind |
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The winds voice again |
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Whispers her name |
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Cachtice deliver me |
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To the women I feed |