S H A D O W E D L I G H T
The darkest curse of Hell’s cruel tortures
Like fruit from Hades’ pers’nal orchards
A pomegranate to seal your kismet
Succubus willing you now to love it
Demon’s furry seething beneath the lay’rs
Crying ruined against Erebus’ stairs
They tell us what to except next
Hoping that it’s from the Text
From brimstone carvings to enlightened words
To undead creatures in frenzied herds
Twisted realms of Tartaric being
A pathetic way of wretched seeing
Cryptic glares of frosted insanity
Deathbed cries of mis’rable humanity
Shadowed death comes in its waves
And puts us all to our graves
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