Atrocious oceans must be crossed
To exalt our throne above the stars of God
The thirteenth sign of the Zodiac climbs
Cowled and scythed to snuff the sunrise...
Throwing shades of war before like prophecy
Nightbreed freed from the vasty deep
...Nasty reap of freaks forsaken
And when sultry Dusk disrobes they'll learn
She is not a natural blonde
For the lower She goes the darker it grows
An Eve that blows on Her knees for Satan!
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