Beckoning me fiercely onward Vixens of love spurned sing Their voices tempestuous and stormy Furious as madman’s dream
The unceasing strum of insanity’s strings Dementia led many poor souls astray They pass through the ingress of the forgotten A pity never more see the life of day
Powerless to resist the satin coffin of coldness Or the music winged harpies sing. Doomed to the end of eternity To bear the misfortune Of the unceasing strum of insanity's strings
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