Called to the night in the past Drawn from the depths, from the sea of faceless beings The shadow from the darkest realm Spirit of oblivion Seized the careless man In the deepest pit of the soul feasting and holding its nest Obscure force of evil Inhaling my life like a black aurrole around me aspiring my soul Astral entity,...will not return to the place of darkness whence it came in that night when the moon was so mystical I stare into the mirror and I see you right in front of me You are watching back at me from the demonic fleshtemple through the fiery eyes The unclean spirit of evil...
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