Will your ears indulge my sob?
In this blissful moonlight prairie
I beseech you black horned god
Am I to be married?
With scarlet purls my gown
And of ash-made silk my veil
I entail my darkened vow
Unto words spoken so frail
A story of lost recollections
Being supported in unholy tongues
Construed as my final redemption
And so willingly I blacken my lungs
O desolate son of light
Thy kingdom risen in spite
Of long lost oaths
Of futile hopes
Of belligerent crowns of pride
May your name inspire fright
In the lost shadows of night
When minds are weak
When mankind sleeps
There the sin shall burn so bright
Now, the gallows of dawn
Are but gateways to unleash
A most horrible curse to be spawned
My wrath shall be released
For they know not of what
Plagues are yet to come
Spellbound is my heart
My will is to be done
And it's raining blood
And the light is lost
And the lands are vile with death
And the flame is soft
And the air shall rot
And the Dark lord shall come forth again

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