Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded Nightfall, take my hand Seduce me with silky timbred limbs Grant me thy dark command Over the peaks framing tapestries Of thick forest, dusk has filled With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist Creeping surreptitiously to kill Lucretia, I drain thy veins Thy tears are sweeter than the mountain rain Bewinged, infested belfries Toll oer the sobbing throng A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes Dance to my tortuous song I am He The crowned and conquering darkness Satan robed in ecumenical filth Livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph This wintry eve when the snow lies deep And jagged ramparts wed the moonlit sky I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep Embroidered by these words Malaresia scribed.... Beauty slept and angels wept For her immortal soul In this repose, these Devils chose To claim her for their very own Carpathia The dead shall speak of her In graveyard tongue where pack wolves run Blood red mist seeps across the sun Never leave me.... This wintry night when awed stars report Their absence from the heavenly brow Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts Whilst the cloaked maelstrom resounds How the storm it fulfills, My heart though unhealed Celestial knifes ebonied And wild woods thrill Yet far fiercer still, Her lustre encompassing me Carpathia Nature has long incurred The trees to weave the cold fog like thread Across the path the righteous tread I rule as Master here Where cruel winds impart my temper Love sank wounded when I, betrayed Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage Arise panthered Draconis And commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty Erubescent veil descend Eclipse without an end And legacies blessed with darkness Forever more Supreme vampiric evil This wintry eve when the snow lies deep And jagged ramparts wed the moonlit sky I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep Embroidered by these words Malaresia scribed.... Beauty slept and angels wept For her immortal soul In this repose, these Devils chose To claim her for their very own Carpathia The dead still speak of her In graveyard tongue where wolf packs run Blood red mist sweeps across the sun Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded Nightfall, take my hand Seduce me with silky timbred limbs Grant me thy dark command Over the peaks framing tapestries Of thick forest, dusk has filled With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist Creeping surreptitiously to kill
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