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| Darkness is the reason, there is madness in the season. The humans see through jaded eyes. Demons filter through their cries. Through the trees and graves and sky, That is where the body dies. We spend the dark time here in dirt, avoiding light. We find salvation in the night. Ritual priests soon take the stage, fucking with religious ways. We meet them here at night, still looking with their jaded sight. We offer them the greatest hand. They turn around and walk away... we are cold. |
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