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Blood of the moon is what I taste

Cold and sweat, enchanting perfume

Collonade so bright, the serpent's mind

A glare in my eyes

Watching the esoteric tide

Floating through my mind

Intoxicating time

A glare in my eyes

Watching the esoteric tide

Floating through my mind

Intoxicating time

The eyes of the serpent are dazzling my sanctum

Its illusive stair I indulge in its will

I was shown the winds obscure

And was absorbed, by the fainting dawn

Many mysteries were revealed

Whistled they were through the serpent's mind

The stretching sea on the frozen moon

Is what I witness after years of lethargy

I've heard the whisper of death's immortality

Cold as ice it felt as its hand touched my shoulder

Telling me the tales evoked through the frost of ages

Epoch of the forgotten, a journey through memories

A statue made with the skeleton's eye

Grey as the aura of death

Watch the mark unfold itself

As it deludes your soul

The visions I had

The storm of the moon

Together we shall ride

With eternal pride