The sun setting, slowly on a journey towards hell
one final leaf falling to the ground before the standstill
And there the stones begin to stir, shake, as the vessel moves
- bursts into a cascade of wings lined with glittering scales, if blood had

fashion sense - oh yes - this is such a sight for
every empty little dream longing for your arcane touch
And there the stones begin to stir, shake, as the vessel moves
She caresses her lips with mirrored fangs, she; evil's name for beauty

Earthly sun falling to ruin, as the red star rises
one final sigh striking the cord on coarse rippled flesh
And there the stones begin to stir, shake, as the vessel moves
Her claws sliding along landscapes until she lifts, tears the sky open

- she soars.

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