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I dreamt of death in all of the different forms

I was proud to hear death’s call

Burning cunt, tastiest wine

Nothing can bring me back to life

I need fever, I need all the lust, all the old age, and all the dust

I need visions, I need sights, I need cramps, delusional nights

Rapture in the resonance, horns of the holy mountain

Under the flick of the switch, going against the grain

I loom beneath the waving feathers of darkness

I remain in silence, and watch as the pale knight rises

I find my pleasures in the withering flowers, or fresh graves

I have no fear inside

Just deep gasps of black and purple haze

Dying fathoms of the heavens underneath

Robe of ectoplasm running down my cheek

My secret love for the dead

After you’re gone, I come standing by your bed

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