Skin-robed lords dance by moonlight
Voices call from blood
Thoughts are easily carved
Am I to die frightened and alone?
Night-thoughts of madness
Anxious apprehensions
Isolated agony becomes life
Cold mortal abyss consumes me
Unnatural contortions of my mind
In dreams tormented by old gods
Mind shattering before my eyes
It is erotic when I die
Skin-robed lords dance by moonlight
Voices call from blood
Thoughts are easily carved
Am I to die frightened and alone?
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