Road of Darkness

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On the road of darkness
Being followed by demons and monsterous beings
Incesant dreams will not die
Blood flows on a Transilvanian night
The hunger flows through my veins but There is nigh a drop to drink
The moon is the light that leads me to my feast
Until the morn when I sleep in my bed
Then I may feast again
Quietly down on the road of darkness





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