The moon has gone out
This dark evil night
I smell the murder
As they extinguish the lights
Awoken from sleep
To cries of disease
The abyss within me
Is full of unease
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On the edge
Of the night
I dream *bloodvisions of a dark world*
War is fresh
Lives within
I see bloodvisions of a dark world
Hope evades
The sick filth of lies
And expires upon
The funeral pyres
The world is sick
And I am the virus
Scrying names in blood
Revealing morbid desires