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In the middle of the circle lights a bloodred, dancing fire

With the parchment of our poem and your memory enshrined

Of that night of 1598 when the chambers were filled in fog

And the grounds in my heartbeat shaked relentlessly yet benign

Never asked what were you, a witch or a godess

The time and the place you had come

With no sense of denial on reality's substance

You invited me in your astral abode

With you in abyss, I will fall to the grounds

With your wings I will rise up above

In the dead of the night your approach only sounds

As your talons are crackling the walls

With you in abyss, I will climb to the moon

When the clock strikes midnight I know you will come

In what mortals fear, the Undying indulge

Stellar in my veins is your blood!

With you in abyss I will fall…

For I am of Irkallian Blood

I fear not the lions accompanied your presence

Nor the stone cold gaze of the owls above my head

Nor the death in your eyes, your iniquitous essence

Or the sound of your crawling blustered

I already knew your name, I dreamed as a child

When the sentinels of your Cave I asked

A kiss, a caress and three words of wisdom

For my body, my soul and my heart

With you in abyss I will fall

Defying my sense of control

With you in abyss I will fall

For I am the Irkallian Born