Wrath upong the wretched,
Tainted souls were bound,
Upon the midnight splender,
Where the thickest blood is found,
Your heart may start to wonder,
As the moon crosses your eye,
But a darker heart holds power,
As the weakness will not lie,
The taste within the victim,
A bitter enchanted twist,
Lack of all desire,
Falls upon forbidden mist,
Aching cries to the sky,
Upon this lonely hour,
Your soul meekly whisper,
Your life we must devour.
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