necromancer of filthreanimating the long deadcorrupt of visionshudder in understandingmy sexuality reaps your honestyyour need on the windsencite my lusts, they are of a wicked naturecunted truths for this culted groupieyou called the four corners and the woman of...

fear is its namedreaded unease is more than a feelingyou feel it deep within youyour stomach tightensand the dark enters ina sacred vow to be one of their legionin the darkness keep, mixing with the shadowsshowing no fear lest...

spellbinding in an aloof moodnot suited for others companysilently casting on the windchanting internallylet this song be hearda daisy of affectiona dash of hope to landprotection hinder not the way of loveinteresting asylum, enchanted hearts under a vowseeking redemption...