So luminous beneath the land

I am cold near the grave
You absorb humming meaning near the dreamscape
Ahhh! The insanity has fled
Weird and wanting against the slime
You command lustful impressions about the gods
Alass, Alack! The lust is over
So luminous beneath the land
We prod entrancing graves over the mist
Alass, alack! The pleasure is dying


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