He who speaks of nightly treasures
He who wraps the serpent around my neck
He who pours poisonous wine in my chalice
He who lets me serve and slip away
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A trip far beyond all pleasant dreams
A voyage through desolation sights
Inner transformation
Subconscious light
In the glance fields of fires
In the distance meadows of mists
Where minds being enshrouded in complete night
The fading of love, life and light
Wandering an endless journey
Dead within a trace
Entering a lost dominion soulless and free
Visiting a foreign place but yet so known
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A flow of orgasmic fire, swept through the cosmic night
I enthroned darkness triumphant, with the searing trident of the Inferno
Gaze towards the Heavens, an you might catch a glimpse of Me...
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When the ghastly mourners awakens from sleep
And the Volant funeral crows are watching
Like evil omens in shadowed murmur
They welcome me again
Agonized and flattered to once become
Apart of this horror scenario
I descend with arms open wide
Armored and filled with painful pleasure
Reflecting streams of monstrous mirages
I will not hide
Now when the gates are no longer shut
I withdraw from the light of the sun
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აი რამომ უნდა გიყვარდეს ღამე რო ამითი დატკბე.. და დღე რო ამ სიგიჟეს გაექცე....
hmhm გამარჯობაააა.... wellcome to our feast of midnight.....
:დრინკ: :drink: :drink: :drink:
This post has been edited by Atheous_Morti on 27 Sep 2005, 02:09 
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Nightroamers Society, ვისაც გვიანობამდე არ ძინავს. ან ათენებს. ან ანათებს.
