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Dressed in black I stand before Her The smell of blood like a languid sea The sickly sweet stench of death I taint the air with laboured breath
A thousand names, a thousand songs, In the dead of night we share her tunes Love and death, blood and fire The pleasure of this dark desire
Can't you feel her darkness creeping? Can't you hear her voices calling? Must you dream of a world without her? Won't you bask in her flames?
A million years I will serve My queen forever A million years I will serve My queen forever
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