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Mist veiled enchantress shrouded unlit |
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Storned through in malice, bestowing her wit |
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Her ominous shadows stayed untamed |
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As bitte words failed when avowed and named |
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Drawing vicious chapters red |
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Challenging the drama, all affection fled |
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Waiting for an endless sigh |
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If death only had silently passed her by... |
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Falling into a void of stars |
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Where shadow storms burned passion in her heart |
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Demonic priestess of a dying moon |
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Queen Nocturnia |
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In her naked tomb, torchlit and close |
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Theatrical prayers demonical preached |
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Invoking the suprema, the cast out foes |
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Each goal meant to be, selfishly reached |
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Soaking the ambrosial withered wine |
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Her ember cloth stained complete |
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All her fears she now egocentrically decline |
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As darkness her dreams abusively entreat |
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Mysterious silhouettes of shadows that decayed |
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Reposing on cold dismal castle grounds |
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Just vague memories from pacts never paid |
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And spirits that surrender to tragically bounds |
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As the graveworms permitted, and evil arose |
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Amongst ceremonial pyres, alit and fumed |
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Chasing dolorous spells, striving in angelic pose |
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Nightfall persisting, and sunrise was consumed |
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With a glance, yet her faith obtained obscure |
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She threw her crown amid the glowing revelations |
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Purging her corrupted soul, stained but pure |
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To unbind the secret paths revealing devastations |
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Impetuous, all in vain, her atonement were kneen |
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She felt closeness with both foe and fiend |
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And as real as in her most unbroken dream |
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Pure impressions turned utterly extreme |
