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Gusts of mocking laughter gush forth
from the rousing fatal shadows
Dim fumes get tangled in my mind
the hounds of grief tears your spine

As the last of my blood
Compounded with my tears
The dwellers in twilight
Enchanted by their prey

As the blackmoon awaits the white
No use resisting
towards the final threshold
No backwards glancing

Obscure glimmering of cold stone
The dark Netherworlds of the mind
Where all faces are different
Shades befogs me with their fatal mists

As the blackmoon awaits the white
No use resisting
towards the final threshold
No backwards glances

On the wings of shredded sanity
Angel of madness takes it course
Flying free towards the far skies
Unleashed from the sad darkened mind…

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