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Enchantress
The parade is baying for death, ingress me in their cries for help, their velvet bloom.
The wolf appears in a dream, so run, run to the end of the angelic twilight and save yourself from the soul queen nightmare.
Trapped in the morass and forced to dance by god, playing games of endless love.
Madness stalks the night, listening to its forlorn whispers.
Raindrops mask the sound of laughing, relent and save us!
The hypnotic queen gives edict, put on your war-face and march, my son.
Provocative dance induced by wine, fire birds cry tears of plight once they're shot down by Aphrodite's bow.
The sphinx's crucifixion, the precious tide can cleanse the city, pity.
The wolf appears in a dream, so run, run to the end of the angelic twilight and save yourself from the soul queen nightmare.
Trapped in the morass and forced to dance by god, playing games of endless love.
Madness stalks the night, listening to its forlorn whispers.
Raindrops mask the sound of laughing, relent and save us!
The hypnotic queen gives edict, put on your war-face and march, my son.
Provocative dance induced by wine, fire birds cry tears of plight once they're shot down by Aphrodite's bow.
The sphinx's crucifixion, the precious tide can cleanse the city, pity.
Published 13th Jun 2013
| Edited 2nd Sep 2013
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