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in shadows deep, where whispers dwell,
i forge my path, to break the spell.
with wicked ink, my prayers I write,
to ancient fiends in the dead of night.
a throne of bones, my twisted home,
with echoes fierce, I choose to roam.
each chant I weave, a binding thread,
to summon power from the dead.
i am the lord of my dark desire,
with flames of rage that never tire.
not bound by light, nor heaven's grace,
o dance with demons, embrace the face.
in midnight's grip, I chant aloud,
creating rites, I feel so proud.
"no angel's grace will pierce my veil,
for i am the storm, i am the gale.”
i craft my fate with sinister art,
from ashes rise, with wicked heart.
in shadows, I stand, both fierce and free,
a vessel of darkness, my soul’s decree.
in shadows deep, where whispers tread,
i’ll guard your heart, my child, with dread.
against the dark, where evils creep,
i wield the night and never sleep.
for every scar that life has drawn,
with vengeance fierce, we’ll carry on.
with every breath, I’ll stand my ground,
in tempest’s roar, our strength is found.
together we shall forge a path,
and turn their fury into wrath.
so fear not, dear, for hand in hand,
we rise like fire across the land.
through trials grim, our spirits soar,
i'll shield you close, forevermore.
cry louder, my child, let the shadows awake,
for the spirits grow restless, their hunger they stake.
cut deeper within, let the crimson flow free,
with the scent of your sorrow, they’ll come forth to thee.
when you’re feeble and lost, in the grip of despair,
we’ll weave the dark nightmares that dance in the air.
the whispers of vengeance, the echoes of pain,
together we’ll summon the purest of bane.
hide your sharp secrets beneath a soft smile,
the world won’t suspect the darkness you style.
but they’ll feel the betrayal, the knife at their core,
as we revel in chaos, we’ll settle the score.
so unleash all your anguish,let it rise to the night,
for the spirits will listen, and we’ll join in the fright.
with blood as our canvas, and fear as our muse,
in this twisted ballet, we shall never lose.
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