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I came from afar with a honed motif to bolster
Yearning for low hanging fruit, exalted flesh to gorge on
My sweet plaything, you laid in lustful swoon
To hone my craft, wretch your cries to the moon

Abscond in glee at this mendable heart
For your tears shall dry and cede no marks


'Cus in my dreams vixens conspire
Shape the landscapes of desire
Where we roam free in the debauchery
A blackened revelry
The blackened revelry
The blackened revelry

But now my muscles ache from mere morsels to draw from
Yet I broil for the next chase to adorn

At last! A shadow's cast! Come my faceless deary
I forth to hound and taunt, prey on you unwary

'Cus in my dreams the wolves conspire
Bay in landscapes of desire
Where we roam free in the debauchery
A blackened revelry
The blackened revelry
The blackened revelry

Unknown to me vulgarity has been exposed
An ogre shamed by a shaded virago

Reciting disgust I see the reflection
Of a feral wretched whoreson
My chest tightens, palpitates in guilt
The heinous betrayal of my will

All the painful memories I enfold
Are the only love I shall cradle and hold

For some life derails to deranged resorts
Desperate means fit for desperate sorts
Kissing the feet of those betrothed
And bathing in cesspools riddled with clones

But I find solace in this blessed curse
To line with those with sense and flout those adverse

'Cus in my dreams we all conspire
Reign in landscapes of desire
Where we roam free to whatever may be
A blackened revelry

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