Pitch black eyes -
Towards the skies
With the wind above the earth
Ash

Smoke of war will bring
From the sea
The anguish of depths –
The legion of the dead

I feel the breath of darkness
They're like the edges of diamonds
Their flesh is a power for nature
Their blood grants everlasting years

There's no more horrible thing
Than the blind thirst of power
And in chase of beauty
Craving for the sacrifice

In the tower cast of steel
In the stormy slough
So far

Somewhere in the icy womb
Virgins sleep, of celestial beauty

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