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The Morningstar burns up the dusk

Its torch sheds light on pallid greys

Flakes of snow drifting liquid frantic

Moon drowning in spilled blackness

Poured from wounded skies

The dust of fallen stars still glints

Within the empty void of silent woods

Star-light slices seeping wounds

Through midnight's muddy flesh

Eyes open wide, paleness glowing bright

Inhale the night -

Inhale the breath of night!

Chorus:

Hail the Morningstar -

Bringer of the Light!

Praised be the Blood -

Blessed, liquid Life!

To inhale the night

Eyes are open wide -

Embracing failing, dying light!