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Between the sunset's bloodstained veil, 
Thy horned prospect reflects on me. 
The he-goat above - The she-goat below 
Cried through beads of mirrored tears 
It fills the air ! - It fills the air ! 
An atmosphere that hath no key. 
I'm disguised by the kindle of nite and I can fill your liquid, glass heart 
Grasp your cold-shaded breath and whisper the sign of the hidded stone 
I'm in the circle and I am the shell that granted you the horns of All-Begetter 
A fixed, startless vision and a sullen fabrication cursed the Sun 
of which our lustful ways are performed. 
Half of me is all of her 
Hath no shower; hath no sol 
Half of me is all of her 
Hath no shower; hath no sol 
Half of me is all of her 
Hath no shower; hath no sol 
Akhera-goiti 
Akhera-beiti 
Fantasies I realized 
Dance of thorns, I thrive 
For below the great abyss is a virtue contained in itself. 
"We shall eagerly expect one black opalith for tomorrow."
