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Between the sunset's bloodstained veil,

Thy horned prospect reflects on me.

The he-goat above - The she-goat below

Cried through beads of mirrored tears

It fills the air ! - It fills the air !

An atmosphere that hath no key.

I'm disguised by the kindle of nite and I can
fill your liquid, glass heart

Grasp your cold-shaded breath and whisper the
sign of the hidded stone

I'm in the circle and I am the shell that granted
you the horns of All-Begetter

A fixed, startless vision and a sullen
fabrication cursed the Sun

of which our lustful ways are performed.

Half of me is all of her

Hath no shower; hath no sol

Half of me is all of her

Hath no shower; hath no sol

Half of me is all of her

Hath no shower; hath no sol

Akhera-goiti

Akhera-beiti

Fantasies I realized

Dance of thorns, I thrive

For below the great abyss is a virtue contained
in itself.

We shall eagerly expect one black opalith for
tomorrow.