Flying over gardens of putrefaction
In darkened and cold Elbroug Hill
Among killer sweet chills is hidden
The supreme impurity of butterfly one
The sound of her lire seduced the doomed
Her blowing of lies whispered touched
The furious winds falling asleep even the most vibrating nature
Which was reached by her tone
A witchcraft was thrown upon the titans religious
Her feet were thrust in clay and blood soil
Her toes rooted in the deepest abyss like oaks
The last breath of the rebels in the breeze
Which remained through the silent eternity
The arrested beasts scent her unexpected arrival
Crawl shrunken fearing their irrefutable fate
Their eyes got blind and deafened din sounds to their ears
Their upset heart is involved by the presence of the seducer
Their flesh lacerated in conquest ritual
By hungered eyes and bloody tongue of desire
Powerful visionary of dark stone tower
Magnificent butterfly crowned violets
Theyr holy paradigms are drowned in a sea of clear truths
Sitting in her gardens
With majestic pose elucidating her everlasting and
Coherent legacy with obstinate faithful
To her deep desires
Taste silvery voice and the flaming laughter of freedom
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