Once the moon wrote my name Upon a forgotten grave, While Necromantic visions hug my deathly existence. A door opens towards a new fate For thy fallen reign. From the edge of this time The one who takes Their impure flesh And slave their damned souls. Receives my last offerings Under the realm of murk. From this side of the mirror everything stands cold and dark. Antiques conjures are pronounced The foreshadowed moonless night. I hear their voices praying for death. Between the fissures of temptation Theres a gate towards the other side of the nightmare. Manifest of evil presences Disturb thy subconscious. The awaken turns unreal As the mystery of this fate. The ancient serpent Knows all my truths. The ancient serpent Waits for the last sacrifice. At dusk rebirths the eternal flame, To evoke the ancestral Bel. My fate eclipses once again when nobody claims the end .
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