Like a deadly flower, you blooming in the night.
The feeling of death surround your fragile mind,
The picture of thy tortures, raise in your head,
You feel it in your body, and that you'll be dead.
"Letter by letter, word by word,
Come to me, my blacken'd lord,
Raise from ashes, bring the night
I want to feel your breath inside!"
The end of dark prayer, something is wrong,
Where is the Master, where is his song?
Where is the darkness, which comes with thee,
Where is that miracle, which you need to see!
Energy at the end, large loss of witch's blood,
Breathing in - breathing out, bitch, enjoying your God,
Pray for fast death, listen to your black heart,
That ritual of summong your lord was too hard...
Ritual
© Copyright: Александр Чесс, 2010
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