To these pale spectres dwelling in the blackness of my sins
I behold her swirling tounge floating in my swart lake
I can almost touch her limbs Cloaked beneath her woes, i found my nothingness
withered among the pity. it was dead Splendid horror, splendid horror
Splendid horror, splendid horror The bloodI scream of pleasure as i crawl down to her
Even though they fainted, there is really nothing to fear !.
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