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Rotten Veil Of NakednessDemons awakening, beasts of the mightHow hideous the mortals, how cruel was the life Nightshaded beauty, enchantment by moonlight Yearning so sateless, will rise like the lust for your blood. Laments of sunrise, Iґm one of the last The seasons of rapine, remaining the past Hunting in dreams of the rapture that died Stories so blooming, revokening call of the night. The blood has filled my eyes As the sons of the glory From emptiness rised. Oblivions treasured, the morning dies Iґm walking through battles By holy sunrise. I feel the darkness rising The legions of my master come to Take my soul away Tonight itґs under arms and overcast. I feel the dusk embracing Like rotten shroud of naked ones That failed from moudly sculptures Now the time has come to call the dark. |