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Where at night the shadows feast
(… shadows feast)
High above the city, fast asleep
(… fast asleep)
Skywards strides a slender beast
(… slender beast)
With solemn cries, his lips concealed
(… lips concealed)
A voice so raw, Death rattle, that sound
(… that sound)
With his rotten paws and daunting claws,
(… daunting claws)
He dwells before the waning moon,
(… waning moon)
Above rooftops and lanterns' eerie gloom...

He soars and seeks the flickering light
The glow that guards us through the night

A thin black line across the sky
A drawing so elegant yet awry
Hovering, uttering an ominous cry
Through fog and blight, with all-seeing eye

Paris below, all draped in snow
Life buried, it lies beneath
the stars, aeons of light, that died.
We mourn them when we sleep.

A voice so raw, Death rattle, that sound
(… that sound)
With his rotten paws and daunting claws,
(… daunting claws)
He dwells before the waning moon,
(… waning moon)
Above rooftops and lanterns' eerie gloom...

Here hidden amidst butcheries and home of many a whore
Under the cobwebs of time,
lingers enticement of yore
Wary lanterns flicker, illuming lost lore
Casting shifting shadows on the decor

A gathering of men, varied in age and profession
Yet they all share this macabre obsession
To abolish the chains in which morality is bound
To burn down all dogma right down to the ground
six impious feet profound

In the dungeons, almost forgotten, together alone
Condemned to the gallows, their name cast in stone
Reside the sinners, their cult full-blown
Sharing their tales before kissing the skies
The hourglass ticking away that precious time
Time to die…

So tonight it descends again
to spy on these 7 mortal men,
Whose shadows stride like ghosts
Black hearts in which dark secrets host

Insidiously they ritually congregate
at the den, so ornate
The raven lands on their moldy inn
And waits for their stories to begin…

Where at night the shadows feast
(… shadows feast)
High above the city, fast asleep
(… fast asleep)
Skywards strides a slender beast
(… slender beast)
With solemn cries, his lips concealed
(… lips concealed)

So gather, parvenus of the world around
Let us take you on a journey unbound
Listen to these tales of erotica and the grave
the misfortune of those enslaved

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