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"The night.... it haunts me" |
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My life has thriven upon soil |
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That was not its to consume |
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"La victime. Je l'ai mordu |
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Et bu le sang" |
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Cultus sanguine |
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"Elle s'a trompe pour la premiere |
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Et la derniere fois" |
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I am the glorified bringer |
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Of thy long due rest |
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And thus I have ascended |
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To make thy blooming flower wither |
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As if it were rotting windfall |
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Your petals are mine to peel |
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So bow down before mee... kneel! |
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I have been kissed |
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By the soothing tongues of death before |
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They did not fool me |
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I could taste the bitterness from afar |
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Man need no kneel before the angels |
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Nor lie in death forever |
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But for the weakness |
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Of the feeble will |
