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Glorious nightly life captured in this pale light,

demented inner torments reflecting in the sickly sight.

Strokes of blue, lines of black,

tips of yellow brought it back.

Sempiternal nocturnal strife, the triumph of illness and will,

shadows dancing before me, ghosts of mystic woods.

Strokes of blue, lines of black,

tips of yellow brought it back.

Creation channeling from above, the essence of elemental gods,

a work against the modern times, feel the strokes against the skin.

Strokes of deep, lines of black,

drips of blood brought it back.