the wolves howled at the moonthat chilly autumn nightand cold winds whispered throughthe scattered leaveswhen the first light froma late, yet crimson dawn,shined through the morning mist...she was dead... and so reborn.caught in a web of silver beamsthrown from an ocean of starsa sea that from now, alwaysshall haunt her existenceshe exists only in darknessshe feeds from the vain ofan innocent childyet she is strongunbound by the chains ofmortalitysometimes underthe ocean of starsshe gazes at the black horizonwistful thoughts of deathshe wish for sleepshe has no questjust an eternal lust for bloodalways walk alone - eternally!she is the eye of the ravenshe is the ear of the wolfshe is mockery it selfof the holy trinityshe is the pleasure concivedfrom your painthe empress of nocturnalsthou shalt fearand thou shalt serveand thou shalt... diein her embracing kiss of death
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