On silent nights you can hear them moan
They beckon to you. they hate to be alone
They’ll give you their power; they’ll give you their song
They’ll induct you into their habit, if you’re the chosen one.

I responded to the calls of the dead
They ceased to moan; all I heard were silent murmurs
Then the sinister laughs
And they played the black song in my head.

'We seek no tourniquet
We conspire to kill the light
You shall do the same now that you’ve heard us
Don’t try to escape. come--
Brush my lips and I’ll bleed you white’.

'Hail Lucifer, ----I’m thine’
I offered myself to the other side
Under the impact of their indelible words
From then on, joy became a curse-an affliction
While dark red blood was wine.

And when the obsession becomes a way of life
When you worship in the mausoleum-your temple
You know you’re trapped, by choice
In an incubus
Such is the exultation of the anathematized.

 
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