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Castle Of Corpses
Dead and dying but all the same dead,
Walking through my castle of corpses,
Rotten flesh ripped from bone by
Eager crows, Poking out sightless eyes,
There is no hope when you encounter me,
Queen and Goddess I rule your every dream,
Sinking poisoned talons deep,
Before you realize,
It is not a dream but
You are awake,
Laughing satanically in your horrified faces,
As I rip you hearts from your chest,
Holding them out in front of your sightless eyes,
Blood dripping from my hand,
Sinking my teeth deep,
The taste of blood fills my mouth,
Like nectar on the tongue,
Such a sweet taste of death.
Walking through my castle of corpses,
Rotten flesh ripped from bone by
Eager crows, Poking out sightless eyes,
There is no hope when you encounter me,
Queen and Goddess I rule your every dream,
Sinking poisoned talons deep,
Before you realize,
It is not a dream but
You are awake,
Laughing satanically in your horrified faces,
As I rip you hearts from your chest,
Holding them out in front of your sightless eyes,
Blood dripping from my hand,
Sinking my teeth deep,
The taste of blood fills my mouth,
Like nectar on the tongue,
Such a sweet taste of death.
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