The night falls without a sound, entwined are we.
The salvation for which you lust
flares once, then dies,
devoured by your obsession.
All hope must sicken and die.
Your passion throbs no more.
How could you abandon me?
Angels surround us, crying,
save us from ourselves.
The salvation for which you lust
flares once, then dies,
devoured by your obsession.
All hope must sicken and die.
Your passion throbs no more.
How could you abandon me?
Angels surround us, crying,
save us from ourselves.
flanny
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