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I see that which you desire
Costs their essence
Your foul contemplation
To hold the night, in your castle of cold
Darin the life, of the pure ones.

Deadly maiden
Let me inside

Your face, hatred it's design
Has claimed my mind
My foul contemplation
To drink the cup in the bleeding room of old
Your dark hair, grasps my fingers

Lady darkness
Black lust arise

The wind's voice again
Whispers her name
Cachtice deliver me
To the women I feed

Your tender kisses of death
Upon the faces of young
Now my lips upon thine
Spawn the next of our kind

The wind's voice again
Whispers her name
Cachtice deliver me
To the women I feed

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