Leviathan What Fresh Hell

Take wings at midnight

Under glimpses of a uncertain moon

Her thoughts become scarcely human

They infest and cloud her mind

And she longs for this rotting ill

And the grim bolt of her king

She waits in bestial desire

To meet her maters last words,

"Do you think I would except just any soul

willing to give itself to mine power...

...I torture and chastise you

to ripen you for mine embrace...

...Taking wings at midnight!"
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