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The deepest pit holds my mind.
And thus does the darkness grate open my soul.
Like a open cut, my life bleeds free into the night.
And then as if a darkening star the light of caring dies.

What creature of the evil sells my soul so?

but yet again and again the darkness calls.
And I willingly embrace this, loving the cold.
Savoring the deep need of the hellish fire.
And begging for the night to take me onward.

A Midnight spirit tasting the flesh of the dark.
A wandering lust to feed on the good.
A dangerous past bringign out the feel of sin.
the lust of a demon brought forth by the scent of disire.

Ohhh what venomus fangs do I sink in the flesh of the innocent.
And what fear, loathing, and anger in their blodd and flesh I drink.
The night is mine, and all those who follow are my pack.
And this night we shall feast untill our hunger ends.