Caught in a woodsleep
Miles down the crypts beneath
Desert sands lay deep
Sworn to an obscure belief
Shapes with serpent faces
Watchers in death wish cry
Warpzones in mazes
Venomous tongues in sigh
Upon the salty wall of the broody gargoyle
Broody, come forward from the salt in your wall
Broody, a weak human soul is your call
Nightshade serenade, diabolical masquerade

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