Gloomy Lure
(Indisponível)
Fever and bliss
Passion and pain
Are feeding the daemon
That lives in my heart
This daemon becomes me
Every night
This creature in myself
Is showing me might
Secrets of darkness
Beauty of night
Black is the season
Of the night-walking man
The daemon becomes me
Ever at night
A nascent storm
Evoked by my magic
Spat the light
And bring the spread of shadows
Now he is me, now I am him
My soul is free
To see the lure of darkness
Thirsting for the water
I found the taste of blood
Looking for the beauty
I saw the face of death
Enchanted by the evil
I found myself in this...
...Gloomy Lure...
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