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Slaves of the night,
They rise from the deepest depths of mind.
They scream in my head,
Words of the dead that bring madness and pain!
They make me do things I cannot say… Within the graves.

I dream of sleeping alone…
Wrapped by the warmth of worms…
I love their disgusting smell
Scattered on my wooden bed.

Slaves of the night, they rise
From the deepest depths of mind.
They are wise, as old as time…
Weak impiety husks, they inspire my perverted lust.

Daylight is a killing time, a joke… A lie…
Only night is real… No life…No fear.

Rest without Peace.

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