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Summer Dying Fast

Through acrid clouds of summer fliesthe garden swells with a thousand more wiseForever flung to celestial dreamsclawing at the grave of the dead nazarene I watch the storm approachingthe darkness calls my namethe trees are growing restlessthey feel the season changetheir fruit has putrifiedforbidden once and bound to diethe thread of life lies severedon the

A Crescendo Of Passion Bleeding

Spells lay daggers before mepassion speaks in grue vehement stabsTrance my eyes, fix my focus to painthe tumour grows until the enemy is slain Slightless stormknee-deep in hate I seethmy purpose here has woken to breathTotal war on the brethren of Menmillions regardlessdying by my hand A Black Age Of Firebrief in its vicious eloquenceremoving

Of Mist And Midnight Skies

We, the nocturnal fewbound by other lawsto the service of the enemies of godare silent and hiddenyet our exquisite fire burns onpoised to engulf… Tie a man to his godhe may not walk for fearof falling foul to temptationwhere once faith stood her ground Renounce the guilt, ignite the flamecast the fetid virgin back from

A Dream Of Wolves In The Snow

May dreams be brought that I might reach…the gentle strains of midnight speechand frozen stars that gild the forest floor Through the swirling snowVolkh’s children cometo run with me, to hunt as oneto snatch the lambs of christfrom where they fall…

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