This trail of obsidian, the grip of Winter uncoiled
A lover would follow me
Cast down and sworn to the dark
Take the road where devils speak
"God is dead"
The wealth of darkness
Inside you, telling you "now"
Your senses corrupted
would
winter
where
vices
trail
there
telling
forgave
follow
flesh
darkness
devils
corner
sworn
controlling
blind
signs
obsidian
search
corrupted
wealth
poisonous
stigmas
lover
revealing
senses
pathway
speak
inside
tearing
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