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The Playful Dead

Fiery hair, black lace frocks
Entangled in her chains and locks
Howls reflect, beyond the night
Chambers blow a flick of light

Satanic verse, read out rites
Satan's curse, ravenous bites
Blazes strip dungeons, rooms
Gothic trips, roses doomed

A thirst for blood, world's apart
Mirrors judge, tainted hearts
Demonic dust, laid bare, bled
From dawn til' dusk... The Playful Dead
Written by Pete_25
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