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Darkness cloaks the earth I feel my powers swell My eyes burn red in blackness Set on fire by hell The stars and moon are dimming Veiled by some dark cloud As if the sky were dead Pale in her burial shroud I spread my wings and dark, cruel things Surround me at my call … Continue reading Dracula’s Call
The sands of time are patient They do not rush to war They are not noticed as they sink Farther down the shore We only see their effect In days and centuries past The sands of time are moving We cannot escape their path
They call us the Lost Ones. But we're not lost, really. As a matter of fact, we may be the only beings in this whole world that know where we are. The only ones who know what we are. Who we are. They call us lost. We kept the name, because it means something different … Continue reading The Lost Ones
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