Chanting Evil Dies Ater

Where sun refuses
to shine, a shadowed might grows unknown,

Open wounds lie
complaining, a fading Eden for lost souls

Roaming through
blazing grounds, drained by freezing winds,

The will to rise
again caressing sin-swallowed senses.

Glancing in
virginity, led by stars of purity

while sadness can
do no harm, such a veracious heart.

Stream of fire,
attempts to lighten this dark abandoned place.

A junction for
sadness and death to unite - creeping forward.

A retribution of
drowning, charming evildrunken voices

Sounds from the
depth of the woods carried by a whispering breeze

Hear the beasts
chanting a solitude spell:

"A dreadful
abyss for a lightened beauty to fall,

Barely a touch of
madness, bathing in a grey sunrise,

Wish to see winged
saints stumble through fields of evil,

Come follow me in
the night, for heaven is blind

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