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I wander through the lands of darkest night
The moon is black, the stars are shadowed
I walk beneath the raven’s flight
And a corpse that death has harrowed
The white roses glimmer in the thorns
They entrap a skull and bleed its eyes
A serpent lingers there with twisted horns
Just above me, the raven flies
In the north, the skies turn blood red
Death spreads his wings of shadow
The serpent lifts up it’s hissing head
The skull lies motionless, cold and hollow
And I will fly beyond the raven’s flight
In regions of everlasting night

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