| Moonlight of the omega Creeping starlight Give us a tragedy Deo monente Give us in sulphur Violent constellations My last night in Gomorrah A vale of graveflowers Shakespearean twilight Pallida mors We dance with the serpents And a catastrophic foresight Blood under the sky Deflowered astral eyes There is light that is shed Onto the strangness in us O fortuna Give me her celestial eyes and flawless overture Or give me the apocalypse of this world |
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