death invites me for a cup of coffin
the end has a tender touch of satin
naked and dark hag,I am your fool!
emaciated lady,queen of my soul...
tears are dry along the banks of past
kiss of fate,I only know the chaotic taste....
fruit of desire,desincarnated game
I have played for illusions of fame...
Wind blowing in the vertigo of nowhere
welcome to the black sabbath supper !
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