GOTHICA

 Armies marching with cacophony of armors
Sons of Satan rises beyond aurora, Lightning and thunder,
blood red their eyes
Black their aura, inferno they belong
Rise again in night,
Slayer, the darkness worshippers
Half men, half feminine
Slaughtering, collecting blood but of virgin eighteen
Offering to their gothica, blood she needs for bathing
For demon wants to look young,
From the centuries unknown.

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