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Shadows spread their wings over the bloodstained

Hills of Golgotha where the primevil once suffered.

Smell of sickness still lurks there disguised in grey slow mist.

And crescent moon eerily sails on the seas of shades.

Sleeping rocks on the dead sand slow down my walk

To hill to the wooden monument in the middle.

I step on the holy shadow on the grass looking down

To the black light. Silver green wet velvet caresses me.

And that black glow soothes my nerves!

“You there, lurking in shadows creeping behind

the curtain, riding the green mist flowing

under the doors decayed for decades,

I swear I’ll kill you!

Let my body rot in earth,

And my wings burn in fire.

Let my soul fade to wind,

And my blood mingle to seas”